Thoughts

A circle has no boundary. The ends are closed and properly tied. The place where we start the journey, we end our journey there itself. Similar to a circle is time. The passage of time is unexpected. Anything may arise from anywhere, making its presence felt. Its limitlessness is its limit . The seamless boundary of time doesn't let you escape its clutches. It holds on to you sparingly. It reminds you of your old self in its own funny way. Whereas the other times its a trip down the memory lane, frequenting our past. Whenever you pass by a place you frequented previously or happen to come across the person with whom you had any association they have affect you deeply. They are the shadows of time who have come back again but now they don't hold much importance in your life. I remember standing in the same square and looking through my own shadows which now seemed meaningless! The memoirs of time are thick and hard bound. We can't undo what's been done