MAUN ASTITVA / मौन अस्तित्व

<p>Memory is truly fascinating isn't it? If it's weak it&rsquo;s a problem and if it&rsquo;s sharp it&rsquo;s even more of a problem. Obviously not every memory is pleasant. A weak memory might allow one to forget an event but a sharp memory keeps replaying that painful memory in the mind as if a movie is running on the screen of the brain. With every scene the heart sinks the mind moves toward restlessness and a seed of regret keeps growing nourishing every drop of blood. A sharp memory never allows forgetting. Forgetting too is a blessing but only the one who remembers its significance knows it. Those who are living years after years stuck in the web of lost time know just how crucial forgetting is.</p><p>He runs aimlessly. Tears are flowing from his eyes and the towering peak of remorse is visible everywhere to him. There are no clear thoughts in his mind. In the midst of it all he occasionally sees the image of Manjari. That sweet face that was drenched in tears that day. How she had suddenly become a part of Mayur&rsquo;s life. Then in the next scene Mridula appeared floating. Walking he had no idea where he had come. Walking through narrow alleys he often felt like he was going in circles. However he wasn&rsquo;t concerned about it; perhaps he actually wanted to lose himself.</p>