I like big cities.Big cities with even bigger crowds.They make it so much easier to be lost.When your dreams and hopes and ambitions are nothing but a breath lost between million other such breaths. And getting lost among these mysterious faces with different yet connected stories gives me the push to start a new beginning. To write it all over again.Strange how one can be lonely standing among millions isn't it? Strange how no one might know what's really going on under the façade that you have put up.It is entirely up to you.They see what you show them .You can be a different person everyday.But then there is the nagging fear of running into the past at sometime.No matter how big the crowds and no matter how much it swallows you up ,you are stuck with your past in the very same crowd.And someday it bumps into you at some busy intersection, your gazes connect and for a minute it all feels like a dream. The outside noises don't make sense and the noise is not loud enough to overpower the sound of your thumping heart.But just like it came it goes.The trance your eyes had created is broken and the ear piercing noise is back. The hustle and bustle is back .Just like that.You look away and walk straight ahead as if nothing ever happened. You pretend that it was all fragment of your imagination and just your mind playing games but the damage has already been done.The memories are back charging at you full speed and all you do Is stand there waiting to be knocked out.And then in a split second it happens.The past, the future and the present all charge at you at the same time and Knocks all the breath out of your lungs leaving this burning sensation instead as a reminder.And so the process of healing and finding yourself again starts. Good thing for you, the cities are still big and the crowds are still bigger.
