Riding past, I realise how much shorter the distance has become. Has it been that long? 13 years. But that was also me then, sitting on the frame of Burong's mountain bike, cruising down the same route and yet in reminiscing, it feels as if I was a different person. I was younger, and I realise now, very much clueless, about the world and the whole scheme of things. Was I happier, knowing less? Very probable. The places have changed, some buildings gone, roads widened and diverted, yet in the swirly reflected surface of the pool of memory, I still see them as they were. And I hold these memories dear.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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