I opened my hand to check if anything remained. It felt empty! I rubbed them off on the park bench and got up, it was already late. As I walked homewards, something felt light within. I looked at my hands again, they were open. They didn't hold on to anything anymore. What had I dropped off on my way? I couldn't say, but what ever it was. It was worth losing!
A security gaurd was passing by, whistling in to the night. The sound seemed haunting! The August winds blew driving chills down my spine. I increased my walking pace. The roads were deserted, people are locked in their homes on sundays in a place like this one. My mind wandered to the realms of the past. What was I trying to escape from? The present, obviously. Isn't it so easy! It's like a blanket, the past. Cover yourself and pretend to be invisible. But, I tell you what. This blanket is heavy. You can't always carry this one.
Too many memories. Good ones and bad ones. Memories? But I seemed to have lost them. No, they seemed to have lost me. They no longer remained loyal to me. They slipped from my hands like droplets of water. I tried to hold them tightly, but they escaped at a faster rate. I was out of the blanket now. Everything seemed new.
I came to the end of the lane, it was a cross road that was marked 'Past' and 'Present'. I stood there for a long time. There were things I forgot to forget! I stayed there and searched within for every scrape that was meant to be dumped. And then without turning back to say good bye to my past, I walked the road of the 'Present'.