....intermingle with now, and transverse reality. The dialogues, feelings, fears, apprehensions for the then unexposed future joust with dreams fulfilled, hopes smashed, ambitions served, and surprise events.
Can the past, what has been, what was, ever be truly separated from the present? can we of a particular time be absolutely certain that it is of the 'now', that it has no semblance and no connection to what came before it? I have always pondered and looked at this from different angles, is the past too much with us? without our being aware of it, and if so are we in way a prisoner of the life led earlier? is the past a goaler? and we completely at his mercy?
When I look at the sky, I see the sky as of now and the sky as it has been transfixed in my mind's eye from when I was younger. My eyes search the dark luminescent sky of the night and spots the glittering stars and I go back in time when as a child I knew nothing what they actually were, they just were and they looked fascinating. Warped streets of this city, dug-up and wobbly, the horizon with its endless concrete structures that neither follow form nor pattern, the undulating waves, both of people and the sea splash and spurt, the millions of cars chugging along, the traffic signals and the yellowing street lights misty in the ever vaporous air is all now and past.
Every minute of the day and every shifting moment of the night I experience all that is and that ever was in my life.
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