I love to click and get clicked. They say, you should live in the moment, keeping phones away. I try. I want to. But I have this uncontrollable tendency to click the happy moments and keep those memories alive. It almost like I do not know if I will happy ever again, so I need to record this moment. This moment when I am so happy, when I am feeling loved, when I am not lonely, when everything is in place even if it is for few seconds.
I still do not understand the psychology of it but I know I keep going back to these snaps time and again. To remember the faces, to dwell in that moment, to tell myself that I was happy that day. That I was internally praying for the time to stop. For us to fall into a local temporal anomaly (Reference: The map of tiny perfect things) so that I keep waking up to the same day. When love and happiness be immortal.
The photos do not just remind me of people, but they remind me of myself.
And maybe that keeps me going on those days when I feel I am losing my self?
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Thoughts of a Young Lady
RandomPhilosophical and poetic thoughts of a young lady on a fine evening or a late night or a scorching afternoon
