Everything about life changes.It is like the shape of clouds. You sit down and watch it for a while and by the time you've built up an imaginary story, you have to weave another one. But who has got the time to sit and watch clouds any more? Those leisurely days of coming back from school and rushing out to play on the streets have long been buried.
Fours years isn't long enough to change a person if he is 25 but when you're a teenager, I suppose, a complete alteration in personality is quite normal. But it feels weird, as if I'm talking to someone else. I don't feel like I can manage to treat him/her the way I used to before. The other day I had a chat, over the phone, with a boy who I haven't seen for almost four years. His voice had become all manly and he talked so seriously and sensibly. There wasn't a hint of his former self in his manner. Even his language was reformed. It was kind of creepy!
In a span of twenty years all my uncles and aunts and my parents too would have grown old. They would look different, talk differently, do things that they never did before. I wonder how it would be then. Fifteen years later, my now innocent four year old cousin would be all grown up and carrying teenage airs. I wonder how I would seem to others then. Would I not be a world different from who I am today? Am I not as different from the five year old me as the sea differs from the cloud?When I was a "junior" at school, I used to look up to my seniors as though they were an ultimate authority. Do my juniors now see me so?
I guess there never is an end to wondering at these things. I am but a river and life is the landscape around me.
Fours years isn't long enough to change a person if he is 25 but when you're a teenager, I suppose, a complete alteration in personality is quite normal. But it feels weird, as if I'm talking to someone else. I don't feel like I can manage to treat him/her the way I used to before. The other day I had a chat, over the phone, with a boy who I haven't seen for almost four years. His voice had become all manly and he talked so seriously and sensibly. There wasn't a hint of his former self in his manner. Even his language was reformed. It was kind of creepy!
In a span of twenty years all my uncles and aunts and my parents too would have grown old. They would look different, talk differently, do things that they never did before. I wonder how it would be then. Fifteen years later, my now innocent four year old cousin would be all grown up and carrying teenage airs. I wonder how I would seem to others then. Would I not be a world different from who I am today? Am I not as different from the five year old me as the sea differs from the cloud?When I was a "junior" at school, I used to look up to my seniors as though they were an ultimate authority. Do my juniors now see me so?
I guess there never is an end to wondering at these things. I am but a river and life is the landscape around me.
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