. . . .

wounds will never recover if they are always reopened.
they were never intended to be reopened.
but they always do.
by external factors.


with d rapid integration of technology into our lives,
you dont get to control what you should never touch again.
sometimes, you set in place all the right parameters n checks,
someone else unwittingly change some of these lines
and it becomes a virus in your soul
tat you need to clean up on your own painstakingly.



just as the mistaken identity is still ravaging thru,
a bunch of photos found its way on the front pouch.
the decade old virus.


track was my life and my love.
and so was . . . . .
was really glad when i was appointed d vice capt
but who wld have anticipated d events that unfolded.
irony.


during trainings.... after trainings.... during nationals.... shots.
neo prints were d in thing then.... not cameras.
wished i had more photos taken.
but that may not have been a good thing either.





i miss those days.
i miss you.

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