Who cares!

A thoughtful thought or some sort of a theory, had struck me really hard -a kind of conclusion that completely makes sense and embracing which has mended faults in certain perceptions I held.
Here it goes..
Who cares about the past? And why care about the past? ‘Past’ here includes both the ‘good’ and the ‘bad’ ones.
Now many of you (if not many, atleast a part of me that’s ever ready to contradict a theory I propose to myself to believe in)might suggest on how sometimes, ‘our past’
helps to remind us of days when we were someone else or when we used to work so hard . . blablabla this and thats. Ofcourse our pasts are rather examples which are the most inspiring and convincing ones , cause these are the examples set by us ,ourselves. However, I guess, we’re missing important technicalities regarding ‘acting under defined circumstances’ .
First, think of that time in the past which you look up to now, what was the source of inspiration then?
Second, which is rather an implication of the previous statement, the present circumstances are so different, which not only includes the materialistic world around but also you, as a biological system whose chemistry changes quite a bit with time and age. Nothing is in control dear!
There is this idea I strongly believe in, and if you’re a one who gets disturbed and feels helpless sometimes at such thoughts, it may suit you well.
It is -‘ No one knows your past, no one ever will -cause even you don’t know it the exact way, to precise details-lights and dark days!
Just know one thing, don’t kill the present.
Don’t kill yourself by not living at the moment!’
Maybe at the age of eighteen , you’re naive and don’t much about life;
yet I do carry a theory that says-
“Every moment is a life, don’t kill it”

Fragile innocence

In d midst of the desert

where bushes and thorns hurt,

not a single drop to quench your thirst

You came…

you stood like the rain

removed all my pain

showed me the way

when no one cared;

How could I move

as I knew you wouldn’t be there

if I’m out of this place

for now we share

the same thirst

and know our ways

but life can’t wait

I’m far away from the desert

there is no more pain

All I know …

You are locked in my breath.

– Pratistha Sarma


Dedicated to that one person in our lives , who don’t ask you about your achievements or want to know about your ambitions. Life seems so simple when you have that one person who loves you for being just the way you are!