Winsomeness Of Nature - Memories
*This is an entry for the May Blog Of The Month competition.
Memories are a treasure one can yield or earn in one's life. Memories seem to us just a single word but actually it is vast in its own sense. It holds depth of its own. Depth of happiness, depth of sadness and depth of one's incarnated story.
Memories are something that are everything for someone and nothing for others. The same was the case with her.
She had every moment of her life with memories. A kaleidoscope of events began to move on before her eyes everything she sits to think.
"Memories are valuable. They make us happy when we are sad and make us sad when we think about happy times"
The person starts to make memories from the very first day when he started to understand a single word.
She was 5 years old when her grandmaa told her about her father's life. How her father looked. How he talked. What kind of personality he had. Every time she listens about her father she become more and more intrigued. She just wanted to know everything. When she was 10 years old, she started to groom herself like her father did
The more she knew, the more the desire of meeting her father, feeling his affection become intense.That innocent girl wanted to feel her father's hands.Her eyes wanted to soothe by a glimpse of her father.That was a little wish of a little girl.And this becomes a memory studded in her soul.
Then the day came, when she saw her father. She was 17 years old at that time.17 years of her life had passed wishing just to catch a glimpse of her father. That day was no more than blessing for her. Her eyes weren't allowing her to believe. That day was her life. Tragically, that was the first and last time she met her father and felt the endearment of her father. Just in few hours she understood the beauteous and tender bond between a daughter and father created by God Almighty.
Time passed as she grew up. She was weaving her memories with threads of love,passion and fascination.
She went through ups and downs of life.
Then, came the most alluring and enchanting time of her life.Those feelings, chirpiness and ecstasy all around.Time has to pass and it passed.
"Time never stops whether you're busy in plucking flowers or hurting yourself with thorns.It never stops for anyone".
Then, the day came when she achieved what she wanted. She was at that point of her life where she had everything. The trumpets of her victory were blowing all around. But still there was a flood of memories that didn't stop. That was still ruling over her and scratches her soul everyday deep down.
She was reminiscing that glimpse of her father when she saw her junior admired, adorned and cared by her father. There was a tornado wrapped with amalgam of gloomy and vivacious feelings.
These were the memories that her back in to her own heaven studded with garlands of love and clinginess.
The paper was wet and she felt those memories sneaking out of her eyes and rolling down hot cheeks when she realized she was sitting beside the window open and the wind of memories entangled her soul and it seemed as if a cold wave had blown throughout her body.
She understood that those memories were her infinite treasure and now those memories become the jewel- the jewels of her eyes and the crown of her soul.
- Aiman Tariq (Class of 2020)
Memories are a treasure one can yield or earn in one's life. Memories seem to us just a single word but actually it is vast in its own sense. It holds depth of its own. Depth of happiness, depth of sadness and depth of one's incarnated story.
Memories are something that are everything for someone and nothing for others. The same was the case with her.
She had every moment of her life with memories. A kaleidoscope of events began to move on before her eyes everything she sits to think.
"Memories are valuable. They make us happy when we are sad and make us sad when we think about happy times"
The person starts to make memories from the very first day when he started to understand a single word.
She was 5 years old when her grandmaa told her about her father's life. How her father looked. How he talked. What kind of personality he had. Every time she listens about her father she become more and more intrigued. She just wanted to know everything. When she was 10 years old, she started to groom herself like her father did
The more she knew, the more the desire of meeting her father, feeling his affection become intense.That innocent girl wanted to feel her father's hands.Her eyes wanted to soothe by a glimpse of her father.That was a little wish of a little girl.And this becomes a memory studded in her soul.
Then the day came, when she saw her father. She was 17 years old at that time.17 years of her life had passed wishing just to catch a glimpse of her father. That day was no more than blessing for her. Her eyes weren't allowing her to believe. That day was her life. Tragically, that was the first and last time she met her father and felt the endearment of her father. Just in few hours she understood the beauteous and tender bond between a daughter and father created by God Almighty.
Time passed as she grew up. She was weaving her memories with threads of love,passion and fascination.
She went through ups and downs of life.
Then, came the most alluring and enchanting time of her life.Those feelings, chirpiness and ecstasy all around.Time has to pass and it passed.
"Time never stops whether you're busy in plucking flowers or hurting yourself with thorns.It never stops for anyone".
Then, the day came when she achieved what she wanted. She was at that point of her life where she had everything. The trumpets of her victory were blowing all around. But still there was a flood of memories that didn't stop. That was still ruling over her and scratches her soul everyday deep down.
She was reminiscing that glimpse of her father when she saw her junior admired, adorned and cared by her father. There was a tornado wrapped with amalgam of gloomy and vivacious feelings.
These were the memories that her back in to her own heaven studded with garlands of love and clinginess.
The paper was wet and she felt those memories sneaking out of her eyes and rolling down hot cheeks when she realized she was sitting beside the window open and the wind of memories entangled her soul and it seemed as if a cold wave had blown throughout her body.
She understood that those memories were her infinite treasure and now those memories become the jewel- the jewels of her eyes and the crown of her soul.
- Aiman Tariq (Class of 2020)
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