From The Ruins

The spot. Everyone has one. Unnoticed, but special. Never thought of, but never forgotten. That spot in the corner of your city, a building, or a park, quiet, ordinary, unimportant to all eyes, even yours. Until…

You will cross that spot some day, when life has forced you to change the lanes you take. You will find, what stood there has been razed to the ground. The fence still stands. There are people sitting on the fence, laughing, talking, as people always have. Strangers. You search for familiar faces – you had lost this habit of seeking them out in crowds, but the familiarity of the very air causes it all to rush back. The memories of you dreaming your unfulfilled dreams, the memories of that unrequited love, the memories of shared secrets while sitting on that same fence – the only relic still standing from a time pushed back, only to resurface now, like ghosts from an old well. A silent grey fence, guarding the stubs of a dead building, a spot you would not glance twice at, except that it has heard your whispers. It has known you like it was your diary. And until it’s torn down, unnoticed is what it remains. Then you suddenly see it, as if for the first time; you remember it. It reminds you.

It wishes to tell you, something new is going to grow here, and before that happens, it wishes to return your belongings. Something will grow on the ashes of the keeper of your stories, your secrets. And taking your belongings back will teach you to regrow.

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12 thoughts on “From The Ruins

  1. Alok Singhal November 28, 2015 / 8:53 PM

    Such a nostalgic feeling it brings…such places make me go down the memory lane and it is difficult to come out of it.

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    • Sreesha Diva November 30, 2015 / 11:34 AM

      So true. Most of the time, we don’t even realize such a place exists, until the nostalgia hits us.

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    • Sreesha Diva November 30, 2015 / 11:34 AM

      Haunting indeed.

      Thanks, Prathibha 🙂

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  2. pins & ashes November 30, 2015 / 6:05 PM

    Deep ya Sree.. 🙂 I’m thinking what that spot would be.. there has been so many corners this way over the years.. which has given me a kind of solace and a place to sit, ponder, rest, read.. There was a tree in a park I used to go for evening walks in another city. The next time I visit, I’ll visit that park to just peep in. Hopefully sit down under the tree.. like I have for long before, resting my legs after a run..

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    • Sreesha Diva December 7, 2015 / 12:50 PM

      Yes, there are many spots like that, that go by unnoticed in the routine of life, but are in their own way important.
      The joys of parks! Almost forgotten in this hectic life we lead now 😦

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    • Sreesha Diva December 7, 2015 / 12:50 PM

      Thank you so much, Aditi 🙂

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    • Sreesha Diva December 7, 2015 / 12:51 PM

      Yeah, the pain, which will heal eventually as we lie in wait…

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  3. tulika singh November 30, 2015 / 10:43 PM

    It’s a bit like going back to an old house that lies deserted now. The places you took for granted suddenly evoke such special kind of nostalgia. You do write beautifully.

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    • Sreesha Diva December 7, 2015 / 12:52 PM

      Absolutely right! That’s exactly what I was trying to convey.

      Thank you so much, Tulika 🙂

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