These moments those years..............

It’s Déjà vu….all about reliving those moments and those years….

I clearly remember that day that year…….. seeing her standing somewhere in the corner and talking to some friends, almost going unnoticed………except for that dimple……that was peeping out of her cheeks.
I am so sure, would not even have taken interest if I hadn’t had a closer look when she came along with us, for something I don’t remember.
…and that second look….that look made me sigh! And skip a beat 
the dimple, the smile, the eyes, the personality….
and I knew……I knew it was the start of another story….
another infatuation……….
another effort to talk, to engage,
another search for a reason to bump into her…
another reason to feel like 16….

Almost every wedding that I have attended in the family, I have had an infatuation, a story that starts and ends with the wedding and yet bring out a range of emotions in me. It’s been the same story relived many times, and yet …. every time it feels so new, so fresh and so exciting.

I keep wondering if it’s the winters or the romantic me that brings out the mischievous me…..the me that is crazy and wants to live an entire lifetime with someone in just a few days and feel happy just thinking about it. Reason and logic take a back seat and all you want to do is to talk, to smile, to walk to fly…….to wait for her to give that one signal that shows may be she cares, may be she too likes someone and that someone is me….the anticipation that stays forever and the forever lasting for those few days…. The heart reads every single act of that mortal being as a heavenly sign of a bonding that would lead to something not envisaged at that moment.

Sooner than I reach the emotional high with the concoction of adrenalins and its likes, the realization dawns that the occasion is coming to an end and the window of opportunity to interact will close. The mind tries to run faster than time to foresee a future that never existed and it all comes down to just trying to keep in touch with an exchange of few smses…..and eventually getting to back to square one with a brand new occasion.

Today, as I stand a year away from my own wedding, I realize that all these emotions were evoked by certain incidences, but all that remains of them is the emotions that get etched in memory and the not the incidences. I have realized that this has made me richer with these emotions and it always seems like being through something I know, something I have felt and something I can feel again.
It’s Déjà vu….all about rewriting a new script with the same plots….