The past is a strange country

The past is a strange country where I gallivant sometimes surreptitiously when my mind takes leave of its senses. Albeit knowing very clearly that this labyrinthine country is a paragon of malcontent but then too I have the stomach to travel there ad nauseam. I follow the map sometimes to  walk down the memory lane, sometimes to count my blessings, sometimes to regale myself with crazy past fables and sometimes to dredge up painful memories.

Yeah painful memories - गम में डूबने के बाद एक नयी उमंग से बाहर निकलने में मज़ा ही अलग है ।

Quite painful but I have the whack at revisiting  just to come out with hammers and tongs.Hey! I loved my ephemeral trip to past. For now the ghost of melancholy has been buried, will visit again sometime            

Lots of love