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Oct 22, 2008

Last weekend...

Have been thinking about blogging for quite sometime. Having loads to write, but words falter. Want to write a series of experiences in life, but somehow words fail to form sentences and I end up using a phrase or two.

Last week end, went for a walk down the Picadilly Circus towards the Buckingham palace. This is autumn and trees are shedding their leaves. The paths are full with dead leaves and I was playing with them. I dragged my feet on the road across these leaves and thoroughly enjoyed getting my shoes dirty :D, but it was worth going back in the time and doing things that once were a part of my daily activity. Hitting a stone across the road while walking back home from school, jumping high in the air and trying to catch the lowest branch that hung in the air at a teasing distance, running along the walk with the school bag on shoulders and dragging the feet in the mud for some unknown reason and getting an earful after reaching home. Those were some days!

A walk in the St James park was also amazing. That was the most relaxed time I had in the recent past. Then the star bucks coffee did it for me, made my day worth while and the journey in a double decker bus to the picadilly arcade again was surprisingly good for a bus ride and gracefully short. I loved the place all in all. Then took a train to Leicester square and went to a casino, though I did not do anything, it was worth an experience. The ambience was worth more than anything.

I am collecting memories like a kid collecting seashells on a sea shore and I don’t know when they will come in handy, but I will gather all I can to lean on them when I need to. Life teaches a lot of things and one lesson is that a good memory is a very good friend.

3 comments:

Purnima said...

:-)

All of a sudden, you made me recollect those days we went back to home from school! Used to be so much fun.. right! Those were certainly the best days!

And memories are indeed great solace, but the right one at the right moment! Otherwise, they cause such severe ache, u see :-(

Loved this post!

Su.. said...

True indeed..
"one lesson is that a good memory is a very good friend".. not bad huh.. Memories do form the core of every relationship..Be it a tiny one or a huge one.. Those were some cute lil peppy memories that were put across..

Nice blog.. Would like to read more of those past memories that the kid in you actually had...

"getting an earful after reaching home" :p.. -- ever heard to a single statement?? By mistake atleast :-? :)...!!

Mahita said...

@Puri - true enough... wrong memory at the wrong time will cause an ache - true, can't agree more!!!

Thank u....

@Su - I never hear to people, u of all the people should know that :P..