Stumbled upon a forgotten world...
By Arastah Jannat Islam In the journey of life some people come to leave, things are possessed to be disposed, some moments are lived to create memories and some memories are created to get buried under the stacks of time. Some memories brightly shine and showcased in the shelf of time, reminding the moments associated, however good or bad (with equal fervour), while some just sit at the back of the shelf, in one of the deepest corner, existing yet making us oblivion to their existence. However, those taking the backseats are not any insignificant instances to have lived. Neither were they some huge grandeur of events (at least not all). These moments were simple, subtle affairs, which might not be life changing yet they have a lot of meaning attached to them. These memories are like that hint of fragrance that comes along a sudden brush of breeze, creates some ripples in your senses and vanishes in an instant. On my recent cleaning spree, I stumbled upon such myriad memories.