If you are with a person you enjoy most being with or you are truly enjoying the moments, they pass by quickly and when you notice you always remember them in the past. This is one of things I dread the most. Realizing that I would soon be a bereft one. I remember myself crying when my nanny or granny used to go back to their place after a visit to my place. So much was the fear that time, that I would refuse to even to see them the day they were leaving. Well, a good amount of time has passed and now I can definitely control my tear glands...but I still can't control the way my heart beats ...(the amount of blood the heart pumps..to be technical :)). I can bet that you would recall several such moments when you would say 'I just wish this time stops right here..'...well yeah...i am reiterating some of SRK's script lines, but it is true...isn't it?...And it need not be the scenic walk on carter road or a romantic candle-light dinner. It can very well be the time when someone is dropping you off to an airport. And the worst part is you know that you ain't coming back soon enough... btw...well nothing is real soon :)
On the other end, there are occasions when the time is just sluggish...just too sluggish....My favorite pass-time during an extremely boring and snoring lecture was to see the second-hand circulating in my wrist-watch. I tried to console myself that 'this is going to last just 1 hr which is 60 mins which is 3600 seconds....and right now every moment...a second is deducted from the count'... But still the class used to take it had to take. As if this was not enough the teacher would be too engrossed in the subject to hear the bell....So some very obvious gestures like closing the book or packing your bag or looking at the watch would do the trick.
So has the time become so slow recently...especially after I came back from India....after meeting her--Anuja :)...and so was the time so fast during my short (well it was over 3 weeks..but still short) India trip. With my 'always rush to be somewhere' agenda I am being called 'on the clock' person now :)...I always had to be somewhere in sometime and always had to catch a flight soon. Actually, airport was our-Anuja's and mine favorite hang-over spot...because every other day either I was travelling and she was receiving me or she was travelling and I was receiving/dropping her. Now you know why every love story has to have an airport scene filmed in it....
Why does this happen?...have you ever thought? Please take my sincere advise...don't think about it...because this life runs on it. Those sweet memories, that hope to see your loved one again is what drags you off to work everyday. This hope is what makes our life 'a life'. It is the only thing which gives us power to beat Time.
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