Remembering the old times, when someone used to smile at me in class. I remember how bright and breezy it was. I even remember the looks on her face, her hands on her chin while she tilted her head and faced towards me to let me know that she’s glad that I’m there. She would get a smile back each time of course. Times have changed, so have I. I wonder where she is now, would she still remember smiling at me from the other end of the class? Too bad I didn’t get to know her too well, just remember teasing her on her name (mean, isn't it).

Stopping to think for a while, manufacturing silence in the mind. It’s an art, it’s magic. How can we not realize that hours have passed while sitting in the same place? It’s quite obvious that we don’t remain in the same place, but we travel, in time and in space. Does travelling imply physical displacement? Hardly.

Eyes become brighter, as they see things that are not in front of us, but in a different world. The mind goes deeper and deeper into the spiral of thoughts. There is colour, characters, faces, objects, emotions, words, voices and aspirations. I never realized how thoughts are so multi-dimensional. Holding on to thoughts and memories can be a daunting task. I must say I’m quite obsessed with the idea of preserving good memories in a small refrigerator where they would never expire. Unfortunately they do disappear.