Re-reading old G-talk chats and text messages gives me happiness like no other! On days like these, when the mind fails to concentrate on the work at hand and wanders off to uncharted territories, the age-old chat histories bring a smile. I close my eyes, mentally climb on a time-machine, and go back to the time when texting and chatting seemed synonymous to breathing. As a tsunami of memories comes rushing in, I try to remember a younger me- in a crowded bus, in the middle of a boring social gathering, during lectures and seminars, or late into the night- typing, erasing and typing again, non-stop. I read the anxious chat messages of being newly in love, the angry and uncomfortable texts after childish fights, the texts sent out of boredom, short messages before a date or after reaching home safely, conscious texts on account of complicated situations, long chats on nothing in particular, and a strange calmness paralyses me. I wonder what I must have felt during all those times, and realize how different people and things have been back then. I feel no bitterness, or anger at the fact that those days might never return. Instead, I take a deep breath and feel the sides of the cheeks being pulled into a small wide-armed U.
On a completely irrelevant note, while writing this, a picture came to my mind. I had found it months ago while checking out a link online, and had wondered if there was anything more perfect than it. The warmth of a hot bath, smell of scented candles, the joy of reading a good book, a cup of brewing coffee, distant thoughts, and a tug at the heartstrings. Bittersweet, yes that's how I feel too.