//As I stare at those photographs,
multiple emotions cross my mind.
Every memory, good and bad
comes to my mind as I reminisce.
The childhood days that I spent
playing with dogs,
And the teenage years
that I now spend writing.
The time when I was a social being
and now when I'm totally different.
The memories of school days
cross my mind for a moment
when I think of the chaos in life,
and the serenity in that chaos.
The days when I was eager to get out of bed,
and now when I have clinomania every morning.
As I stare at these photographs,
I am happy and I am sad,
for the flashbacks of memories
are good and bad.
This is my kaleidoscope of memories,
which has made me who I am,
and I am a living paradox,
since life is black and white.
With every white, there's a black,
and this is a world of grey areas,
and adjusting to a single shade,
would make it a boring place.//
~Swati