Memories Of Cafe's Site ~

 And there comes this moment when we sit alone somewhere in dark room; on bed.. on floor.. or may be, on sofa... n keep remembering.. n recalling.. n missing the ol' gone time that often keeps us all awake.. till dawn & pulls us back into the apocalypse of past & its good/bad memories - 

Today, i visited this cafe's site after a very long time, and see too many new faces, esp. both the young & aged writers... n keep writing and walking along time every day and night making and imprinting another memory of the {passing} day. It was a time when i was so new to this cafe's site, if i remember it exactly, i joined this cafe's site back in 2012 or may be, i can say that it was those prime years when i embarked on my writing journey without having any destination to reaching... where? 

it was 2012 and now it's 2020 - i was bad at writing, but can find me pretty good at this stuff. So many things have i learned and experienced in those gone days in lost years... and in between that, if i find some time to think on it again, then more than what i have gained, i have lost something either - and it's my "AGE"... 

... how sad and funny it's to be saying that people become professional (s); become wealthy; richer and whatever w/ time and age and experience but it doesn't seem to be applicable to everyone. Whether you become wealthy; rich or successful in life w/ time - yes or no - doesn't matter - what matters is, with time and experience, you loose your age as well. And there comes this time and moment in everyone's life when we all sit quiet and think - what we have just found and what have we lost. 

Ps. 

Tonight, i am sitting in my bed and thinking how fast the time has vanished off my life. If i had some power, i am sure would have wished travelling my childhood again and cuff on me; my childhood; the naive me; on myself and saying: "NEVER WISH TO GROW UP cos sometimes... growing up doesn't really define what n who you are, but the state of your freedom does - the freedom of age." 

I still remember that night when i was sitting on my couch many long gone years back, esp. when i was way younger and immature, i turned on my laptop; visited this cafe's site and read some of the stuffs of my online writer-friends. And this is when i had come across a profile of one - very old - lady who was posting very worth reading stuffs. Right after reading and leaving a review on her post, I and she got involved into some nice nice conversation and exchanged a very long thread. Me being immature by age at that time; in those long years, i really don't remember the exact conversation but the words that i can recall and will always stay live in my head are: 

She said, "You are very young.. and it's good. You have a lot of time and things to do in your life." 

And i texted replying her back n saying, "I know old woman, i will never be aged... neither do i want to be old. I want to stay young forever." And i laughed and cracked a joke. 

She got me a smiley emoji.. and saying: "You will become old when time comes. Time never stops for anyone, sometimes it walks fast.. so sometime it takes time - this is what just we think - but the time come when it comes and it goes when it goes... and in between that, you miss old time and become old-er. I also used to think the way you think but age and experience and time are real truth you live in. Bless you." 

At that time, i cursed her and wondering: "how rude is she and why she wants me to become older!" 

But as time accumulated by, i realized that she wasn't rude neither did she want me become old, she was just speaking the truth that she always passed throu' or is keep walking throu' already. 

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09/19/2020

Saturday Noon, 1.36PM (CST/CDT) Chicago time zone - 

I am writing this post on my office laptop. 

PS. 

Request you to everyone whoever comes stopped by my page and reads this blog, please forgive me if i have made grammatical errors or anything in this post.. because this is the real time live post i am writing and don't have courage to re-read it again as i hardly re-read my work, esp. the one that makes me more weaker. 

Thank you. 

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