Every moment in our life is mortal. It gradually fades away, disappearing into the womb of past. At times we are seized with an urge to relish the flavor of those lost moments and reconstruct those sweetened hours of mirth. The happy moments which recede from our lives with an abrupt swiftness, leaving behind its evanescent memories, often rise to the surface to moisten our eyes with glistening tears of joy.
We crave to adhere to the charm of that naive happiness and succumb to the hollowness of that lost past, but alas; it is expunged in the deluge of ‘Time’. At times, those departed moments are revived and resurrected in our minds, breaking the shackles of time, wrapping us in its warmth. We live the moments again, but with an emptiness and staleness…..the staleness of time. The non detailed debris are reconstructed and wiped out several times, till the cruel talons of time rips it apart from us and we are left with the wrecked carcass.