Old conversations (facebook)

We all go back to old conversations. 
Letter-writing went out of fashion a generation or two before ours. We don’t have the perfume, the handwriting. We have nothing to touch, to hold. I’d much rather be turning pages of long, long, long letters, but I make do with what we’ve got

I scroll up our chat-box; up, up, up, till I find conversations garnished generously with ” :P ”

Then I slowly scroll down, to find more ” :) ”

 It marks an important transition. It’s when the need to pretend you were just kidding when you said something nice gave way to saying it, and letting me know that you really meant it. The conversation never ends. I know when you woke up and what you did all day and why you’re pissed off and where you went and whom you met and what you ate and when you slept. Not much important information there, but I think you have to be really special to know the ordinary things about somebody

We all go back to old conversations. Those that we pretend never happened. Those that we will never have again. We all go back to them to find some happy moments some lost happiness and much more we did in past

So much has changed. It’s awkward to even say “hi” anymore. Would we pretend to not know each other if we met now? Or worse, shake hands, meet like acquaintances. It doesn’t matter. You and I will be just a fraction of all the letting go we’ll have to do in life.

Have I let go? Most certainly I have. It’s not really about not reminiscing anymore or even regretting, but about accepting that it’s all a part and parcel of life. Some stories will find conclusions, some will meander their way into oblivion

Now these drowsy monsoon evenings lead your thoughts to strange places and thoughts.

 I’d much rather step out, get a good cup of coffee, and have new conversations

Shalini Sharma 

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