Yesterday...

YESTERDAY…such a captivating word…it seems to enfold within itself myriad emotions…so many sentiments cling to its bosom…

Our TODAY is born out of its womb, and yet the umbilical cord is never altogether severed…can we ever rip off our ‘yesterday’ from our existence and cast it aside?? It’s a shadow that keeps us ever on close surveillance…and our TOMORROW seems to feed on it, and thus thrive and grow…it is formed from the ashes of the bygone ‘yesterdays’…

Yesterday contains such a plethora of paradoxes…it suggests a weird sense of wistful romanticism, of an empty fulfillment, of painful pleasure, of sweet melancholy that at once maims as well as reinvigorates or inward spirits…it’s like an oasis in a desert…we can ‘see’ it so decidedly, yet it seems so much beyond our reach…and perhaps, its exceptional charm lies in its inaccessibility…

We are overwhelmed by a paroxysm of sensations whenever we happen to revisit our ‘yesterdays’…we were a bit younger, and how beautiful those heydays were…we had a loved one close to us, who has gone too afar now…perhaps, we smiled more often, fretted much lesser, lived better…but this torturous photographic memory often proves to be our undoing…

 Yet, when the going gets tough, wearied by the perpetual struggles of life…we seek a romantic escape in our ‘yesterday’, trying to flee away to the halcyon days, looking for solace to pacify our disconsolate souls, and our deep sighs letting out the nostalgic – “Those were the days…”