coffins of my memories

 COFFIN OF MY MEMORIES

“Thousands of reminiscences, deep in my heart

Full of gloom, concealed from million stars”

Memories are imaginative, but the perplexing word which possesses the power to adore you with a smile moreover can shatter your heart into millions of small pieces that cannot be fixed even after years of contretemps.  For instance, envisage those preeminent days of your life that you really miss during this contemporaneous pandemic, right from your school days to college fests, outing with friends and countless bunking sessions. These all-little things bring a smile along with slight tears to everyone's eyes. Nevertheless, have anyone ever sought about the memories, which are haunting and are residing deep within our hearts. They not only confine us but also affect our social and emotional well-being. If I look into my coffin of memories, there resides a happy and cheerful me, which transmogrified into a pessimist and socially blocked person. It seems so devastating how a single misfortune can kick you into a different world where you overthink, sleep eat and repeat.

The time is mighty, the way it ruined you will heal you in another way. The hard time that seems never-ending will pass, but observe closely what it taught you. Hard times convey great teaching silently, you requisite to understand it in silence. When my mom-dad expired, my whole world ended but today after 10 years when I look into the mirror it is still difficult for me to see myself as an orphan. I learned from my solitude that no one lasts forever and you needed to move on because you can be either a sufferer or a fighter. Today I am successful and I teach everyone –

“Thousands of reminiscences, deep in my heart

Full of gloom, concealed from million stars

However, be patient

You will shine someday”

ps: plot is from a perspective of an orphan girl whom I interviewed during my internship.