#009: Nostalgia ♥️
: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition.
“We were nostalgic for a time that wasn't yet over.”
― Nina LaCour, We Are Okay
What is more poetic than things you cannot change? What’s more painful than those things of the past that you no more are in touch with? A smell, a twist of the road, a broken park bench, train sounds, a scar. Today, I want to remind you of a few things you may have forgotten in a while, but they are etched in stone because they were the initial memories of true happiness you felt. Here you go.
The first bite tasted of plastic, sugar and ice giving you a brain freeze.
The most important call was due anytime now.
The toffee of all summers, never failed to amaze.
You would choose all colours on one particular day if you could.
The rust on the box was unmatched. Protractors and compasses as companions.
Ofcourse you knew all the moves with this one, better than anyone else.
Sometimes you hit yourself back, yet you never complained.
The end of the tape was the beginning of it, and the hobby made all the sense.
A snake you weren’t afraid of.
Would you tell me yet another one as a comment above? :)
Recently I took a trip to the place I was born in, and spent 15 years of my life — just for the sake of it. My parents don’t live there any more as they used to, but some of my friends do. The things that remain, seem the same. The bus stop, the bank, the guy who sells tender coconut, the photocopy shop, the football ground, the crossroads. The things that have changed seem like they never really existed. How does one visit Nostalgia? Is it through acceptance of what once was? Or through learning to let go?
A few lovely quotes I found on Nostalgia
“Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
“Memory believes before knowing remembers.
[Light in August]”
― William Faulkner
“I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks.”
― Groucho Marx
“I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.”
― Kris Kristofferson
“The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”
― Milan Kundera
“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.”
― William C. Faulkner
“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
― jonathan safran foer
On a side note, it has been hard to find the drive to do anything at all on some days. But things are better now, so I write and move and get going. Unfortunately, I have to break the promise I made about the weekly frequency of — Morning Pages which will now pop into your inbox as and when I gather the natural tendency to. I want to carefully present them to you, dear reader. I hope it surprises you with a heart of its own. Thanks for sticking around.
In the next one, we speak about films. I could not have waited any longer to talk about movies and they ways in which they watch you back.
See you soon-ish?
Love,
Ammu