They Never Fade | A Short Story

Sat, 24 Apr 2021 14:26:00 +0000

Whenever I reminisce about my hometown, Lucknow, traditional ways of holding back tears begin to fade away. Well, reminiscence is surely a strange tool. You can be everywhere while being nowhere, except for being physically present at the place where you’re brooding. You’re teleported in a world with a vintage filter from ‘Retrica’ applied, and your vision autofocuses on the top-priority subjects; people. One by one, recollections, memories and forgotten moments freshen up and colourize again. It’s not some black and white 70s film any more, you’re living your past again. It’s an amazing feeling, indeed.