Walking down the memory lane

As I walk through the ghats of Varanasi alone with a scoreful of years behind me I feel as if I am strolling through my memory lane. I trudge by the weight of the thoughts which have besieged my mind. I stride forward remembering my past which is responsible for my present and cogitate on my present which is going to be responsible for my future. Cloistered in the world of my own as I walk and look around I come across few milestones. Some of which are still prominent. Some have managed to keep their heads high but obscure to my eyes and most of them lost in the layers of the sub conscious realm often trying to barge out of it. These milestones makes me remember those sweet and bitter moments of my life which has shaped my character. The path starts from the garden of paradise surrounded by beautiful flowers. As I grew up the paradise turned into this world in which i live with thorns reminding me of the reality. Right from the child inside me to the perplexed teenager and the struggling adult see their reflections. They talk with each other and sing the songs that I had sung all the way and my ears listen to all of them, sometimes the happy notes, and sometimes the plaintive numbers flow. Afterall life is a song and we are the composers, sometimes composing the sweet melody and sometimes the melancholy ones. But at the end of it its such a beautiful feeling.