nostalgia

" i see you standing 
In the same place where we first met
But you are no longer him, the one i knew
And I am no longer who you met 
But i sense this feeling 
Perhaps you sense it too
As if i am only yours
And you are still mine till this date "

What is Nostalgia? 
If it's not a feeling of something that was once mine, if it's not reoccrrance of moments in front of my eyes, if it's not amalgamation of days we lived together and the days we lived away, if it's not the number of breaths i took and only inhaled you, if it's not someone's favorite ice cream flavor that reminded me of you, if it's not then what is nostalgia to you? 

This city is not new to me but it is still not familiar. It feels strange without you here.

A person, a place, some memories and some days. They are all scattered up in the air, they are everywhere. Even though you are far, i still feel it here. 

What do people become when they go away from our lives? I think, they become memories. Faces all blurred, i don't remember anything much, but there still persists a feeling, a feeling that i have probably known you for so long.

Nostalgic is like waves, even if you think like they are gone, they will continue to come back to you just like waves reaching shore. You can't run away. You learn to live with it. 

It's not a scary feeling, somedays it will be the only thing to comfort you the most.
Nostalgia is in a warm cup of tea, sad movies, funny serials, cold evenings, longings of midnight, grief of losing someone you never knew, and never ending questions of how that person must be doing. It exists everywhere, in every glimpse, in every second, and somedays it will disappear for days and you will feel like, it's all over, you are over it, but every moment you will think it's over, you are still thinking about it, and it will again surprise you in the mid way of a party.

Nostalgia is everywhere 
It is in those alleys we walked
Shops we visited 
Lanes we argued in 
Flowers you gifted 
And people we met





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