NostalgiApril: A Series 

"If memories could be canned..."

The River Side

(photograph by, Ria Chowdhury)

At times, by a river side you can experience the loudest silences. 

A few kilometers away from my town, through the woods, rests and flows a river which, all these years was just a scenic place for me to visit. The same place now impersonates a human being.

Some time ago, I visited the place with a friend. An impromptu visit. I did not return that day with photographs or any kind of memorabilia but with a hyphen. The hyphen between the comfort of friendship and the desire to hold hands.

Months have passed by and the friendship grew into a Home. The place is now not just a place to visit. Its a memory. Its a Story. To me, the place now is the person same as my friend. A space where the hyphen merged into a complete word.

Few weeks ago, we revisited the place to discover the complete word without the hyphen and I collected two stones so that every day like Today, the stones become a portal to the place, the beginning, the hyphen and its disappearance and much more.

...If only, "memories could be canned."