Road #3

Calm and cool typical late Chittagong night...rain starts to catch up after a long sunny day..smell of rain on dry earth.. Going by Nasirabad housing society, spent my whole teens here, almost! Out of the car window, some buried memories are flashing..like a thunderstorm! silent, absorbing, exploring..senses to gratify & things to say... In the glow of the streetlights my head is clashing with the overflowing memories I never knew existed…Some feelings died out in cluttered timeframe came alive..… illusive faces, forgotten voices.. Ah the memories are sweet! Specially childhood! I rode my first bike here..played cricket everywhere, hurt my knees playing football, and I still remember those long cold badminton night! ...The infinite patience of imagination and the newly growing intimacy and frankness between love & hate feelings, that innocent 15 year old crush..!! Oh sweet childhood!... I can sense my dad’s presence somewhere here,he took me to school!

..the dimensions of  childhood still remains precious temple of happiness..and I spent those happiness..now life is peaking up with illusion; and the purpose is only to survive;not happiness!

Phone has started ringing..with a new facebook notification tone….. the digital living with virtual world without the life’s real essences .... my soul hungers for a dichotomy,carefree life..the colors, adventure, mystery,stupidity.. and the true pursuit of happiness,!

I've just crossed the road...night is drowning in me slowly.... Coldplay keeps shuffling on playlist.. rain hitting the ground hard as I’m looking out of windowpane..with overflowing emptiness..

In a world where everything is fake and wrong, wish there was no death of innocence in  heart, the child in us!..Some days I want an inbuilt reminder telling me what all I keep on missing every day, the innocent happiness!

..some feeling dies out in old memory lane, some out of necessity, some get lost in time frame..Time to move, time to continue my daily affair with system of survival....the art of living with repetitions...the same old life.. Wish there was another childhood waiting..wish there was another road#3 is waiting for me in some point of life..!