I have been thinking of writing about this, and here I am doing it when I am supposed to work on my Research Project. Whenever, I swift through the photos, I have always wondered why does it not capture the true moments. The story depicted by the photos most of the time would be a different one than the actual one. I hardly get to see the key people in my photos. I hardly have snaps with the people who made a difference. I hardly have snaps with those who I care for. I don’t have a single snap of the person who saved me from a disaster. I don’t have a single picture of the person who helped me do my assignment in my school days. I don’t have the picture of my best-friend cum competitor in school. I hardly have snaps with my best buddies in office.
If these were the saddest part, here comes the sadder ones – At the outset, most of the photos are with those people who are not there to stay. I hardly see the friends in the photos today and I hardly see the photos with friends who are still in touch. I hardly have any photos with the family which cares for me.
Here is the sad part - I don’t have the snap of a friend who resisted celebrating her birthday, just because I wasn’t there. I don’t have a snap of the friend who shared the most idiotic stuff and most irrelevant ones, but literally exploited my patience. I don’t have a snap of the friend who cried more than I laughed. I don’t have the snap of the girl who used to call me and ask why I am not like my dad… Hahaha
I know this is not the usual me, but just that this thing has been eating me from many years.. and I wanted to put it down….
