Cafe Zaffiro

It is almost midnight and thoughts as fresh as daisies kissing the early morning sun through the weeps of last nights dew on it..
How amusingly small is this huge and never ending world i wonder.. i really wonder..
How minuscule we all are and yet as large and glaring we could be in our own figurative ,imaginative or in the real sense of our being... how like the slipping away particles of sand in an hour glass seems to create memories as factual moments as they slip away ..
leaves me to ponder like never before..
How unusually nice it is to feel that certain relationships are associations which are borne out of a moment unexpected and cherished at a space and time and place least expected and that too absolutely with a person you'd never imagine you would..all this when youre at an all together different time at a different space.
I so happened to go back into time and wipe dust off the memories which had been smothered with emotions a myriad in their own facet that i felt a gush in my veins. a place that ne'er seemed to hold importance not so much so because of the association or the time spent in there but because how when it no longer existed where it used it felt that a part of a nice memory was rubbed off.
It quite unusual how in life we draw association to moments , people and emotions so strongly to factual places. How closely we feel drawn back into time or a moment when we stand once again at a 'real factual place' remembering what can never be got back or recreated. the laughter cant be heard no more, the conversations can't be indulged in no more, the expressions cant be felt no more.. but all that can be .. is.. we can be at the same place some more.. and what when the place exists no more .. making it even more grave to feel the moment that went by.
All that is left at the end of the storm is a lull..a lull that marks a beginning to another one soon