The Unsaid Words

Heard melodies are sweet, those unheard are sweeter; - Keats

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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Places!! Places !! Places!!!

Just a random thought!!!

Like me, do you also believe that every place has a soul; a pehchaan ; an identity. I would even say a color and a smell of its own. Yeah they say it is in our minds; maybe it is or maybe it is not.

Places , places , places; what we do to them and what they do to us. We paint these places with the color of our memories; we fill them up with the sound of our living; we give them the mood of our emotions and then we scoop up a little part of it and carry it with us when we say our final goodbye.

These places hold us; sometimes enthrall us; they are the playground of our fancies; they become the canvas of our dreams; and when we finally move away they steal a part of us and bury it in its depths.

We make our places. Our places make us.

3 Comments:

Blogger Ubermensch said...

voila...check one another version here....http://13th-deja-vu.blogspot.com/2005/01/of-cities-and-tales.html#comments

4:02 AM  
Blogger Silent Melody said...

HI Uber, WOW!! What a coincidence...We have been thinking on the same lines..

4:28 AM  
Blogger buckwaasur said...

very true...it's as if the place has a personality too and our personality changes when we interact with it, same as it would if we interact with other people...:-)

6:03 PM  

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