Time...

A strange entity, isn’t he? Time. He enriches one man’s journey; he steals the very thing from another. An abstract companion; everything revolves and spins around him. Moments, events, incidents, situations, eons, centuries, seconds, years, yesterday, tomorrow. Now.

Time changes us. Our thoughts, our opinions, our beliefs. He can start an expedition of a lifetime in the fraction of a second. He can also end that voyage in the blink of an eye. He is expected to walk at a constant pace, though we never feel so. Some moments seem to last forever, and one feels as if time was given an anesthesia. To contrast, some moments occur so rapidly that the very time we speak of, seems like Lance Armstrong in one of his winning performances. And inspite of his changing nature, I wonder why we fail to accept changing people. Why is it that you want them to remain the way they were, when you knew them a couple of years back? Such milestones are  followed by a single pair of footsteps, instead of two. You feel sad about their absence; you wish it had never happened. You feel alone.     

He’s a strange fellow indeed, time. I guess I am yet to learn much about him…