Life is lived in a moment. A moment of happiness, a moment of joy, a moment of success: these moments are more important in a person’s life than his or her entire lifetime. And in our life we all have our moments. Imagine your first job, your first salary, your first crush, your first love, and the first kiss: what not you will give to get these moments back. We don’t have the power to make time freeze but in our memories these sweet moments remain forever. Dr Faustus got twenty four years of unlimited life by giving his soul to the devil. If this was possible then I am sure most of us would trade our life to get back those moments, to get some new moments.
Imagine the joy of your first kiss. That moment still remains with you. You may have kissed a lot by now but the pleasant memory of that first kiss; those trembling moist lips touching your partner’s lips remains with you forever. And I am sure you can do anything to get those trembling moments back.
Few weeks back I was drinking with a couple of my friends when I raised this “life is lived in a moment” topic. And soon this topic gathered momentum among us and discussions started getting serious. Among the five of us only one was not participating. We all started pressurizing him to share his best moment of his life. After lot of beer gulping he shared. When he was doing his engineering in Bangalore he was close with a girl in his college. Soon this closeness increased by leaps and bound. And they started having an affair. The girl took the relation seriously but he was never serious. It was extreme flirting going on. One day they went to a disc and he got drunk. While returning back he stopped the car in an empty stretch and kissed the girl. And they had sex.
Next day morning when he realized what he had done he got nervous. He met the girl. The girl was already behaving as if he was her husband. Sensing danger he told the girl bluntly that he is not serious about the relationship. And he walked away. They never talked again. Both completed their studies and went away. Soon the boy realized that he has fallen in love with the girl. And it was true love. Her image accompanied him to all places, even those places which are most hostile to romance. He tried his best to woo her back but she never responded. He lost her forever. He now desperately wants those moments back. Those moments with her. He was serious. His painful moist eyes reflected his heart.
His story looks like it has been ripped straight from some cheap Indian novel. But then in life we have some great moments, some not so great moments. What looks cheap to someone is valuable to someone else. For him his moments are precious. He can trade anything to get those moments back. And I respect his feelings.
So is with our life. Every one of us has their own moments, which are hidden deep in the chambers of our heart. Secretly we wish them to come to life once again. Isn’t it?
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