Polish those ‘diamond’ screenshots

I do not know how you are going to react on seeing this post – whether it is the sudden recollection that such a place for your reading pleasure ever existed or the collective groan that this place has suddenly gone abuzz with “activity” again. Whatever it is, it has been “idea germination” time again and I am going to dump this upon you. So, happy monsoon!!
Today, a brief reconnect with an old friend later, I left office. They say that when good things come to you, they come “chappar phad ke”(Now stop imagining Paresh Rawal in those “ajooba” googles!!). So the initial thought and associated emotions of having interacted with my friend did not sink in. It was when I was approaching home that I realized I needed to stop and reflect on the monotony that had crept in for the past few days. So, immediately, instead of heading home, I decided to take the U turn and head out for a long due conversation with myself (let’s call it Soulitude, going forward).
15 minutes into this journey it struck me that I hadn’t listened to Soulitude in a long long time. Soulitude was looking beyond “electrocuted handshake” interactions and smiles barely as long as the outstretched lips. He had missed those timeless journeys into wonderful bright corners of his mind, those memories were fast decaying but wonderfully glittered the moment he picked them up and tossed them around in a couple of angles. They were like diamonds, with each shining side throwing up different perspectives and people involved with the memory. That’s when Soulitude realized he needs to seek out those voices and faces that have long remained dormant in that creepy crevice in his mind.Its a beautiful irony of life that Soulitude needed to reach out to the depths of his mind to measure the heights of joy derived from those wonderful people called “friends”. So, my dear readers whom I have missed for long, call for a meeting with yourself, reach out to those dark but shiny corners of your mind and relive the memories. It is worth missing the “noise of the surface” for a while.