Photographs just like memories have a funny way of tugging at your heart. I happened to google my name after a friend scared me with stories of how some wierdos were misusing others photographs and found some of our old photos in an old online album.
The album contained about 84 photographs in total of my friends. It bought back so many many memories. I cant remember why I had them stored online but I guess its because I wanted to keep it forever. It had photos of my school friends, my graduation friends and my PG friends.
I realised as I went through each photo that at the time each photo was clicked we were the closest we could ever get. It was when none of us could ever think of living without the company of each other. No we never thought about what would happen if we go different ways or what if we lose touch coz that’s how close we had been.
Years later, now when I look at them, it holds memories of a happier time, of a time when there was no frown n my mouth was fixed in an upward direction. That’s then.
I still have friends out of that collection I once held on to so tight. I have lost out on many of them in those pictures, some of whose existence I don’t even know. Today as I write this I am actually glad coz there are a handful of people out of that collection who I can still see in the photographs I take today. For that, I am happy and glad coz I know it is them who are my most prized possession.
Photos….what would one do without them…..
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