Some of us have permanent addresses in nostalgia. We spend a lot of time there, both sleeping and awake, traversing the memory lanes. Repeatedly. The trouble is, it never ends. There is no conclusion to be found. You keep walking back and forth all by yourself. Yes, those who were with you back then can accompany you but they have greater priorities in life today and don’t really take any pride in being creatures of the past. Got better things to do. They have successfully buried their yesterdays whereas you refuse to even attend the funeral. So, you end up alone on these constant trips that technically go nowhere in particular.
Beautifully written...
Last para badiya.