During a super short visit this time to Lucknow, opened my library at home today. The library, which has over 2000 books, collected since I was age 10, arranged with every possible care, each book read so many times, and I still remember each one of those, in every possible way. Each time, I'd enter the room, open some particular shelf, and I'd know where lies the piece that wishes to talk to me in that moment.
And yet, today, something strange is happening. I am trying to find some favorites and there is not a trace anywhere. I have scanned three thick collections over and over again but there is no trace, no recall, no clue of any sort. I'm not sure if I am unhappy, sad, pensive, lost, dejected, or .....!
And it happens often now... I think I know where have I kept those things but they are nowhere to be found. I think I know where that piece of poem was but there is no rhyme that meets that stuck and forgotten verse. I think I knew these roads and city and streets and places but I keep searching for familiar corners sans a resemblance. I think I know where I had left those people but they are not there either.
Seems that for all those things, poems, places, people - I remained waiting there for far too long and all of them moved on, leaving me behind without a trace, no recall, no clue!!
