Looking Over the Old Photographs
Time, the most powerful element in life, flees with the blink of an eye. Its beauty lies in its constant forward movement. One day while keeping the old books in a box, I found a very old photo album. Curiosity made me turn over the leaves. Memories flashed across my mind as I came across the first photo of myself as a little baby. Nostalgia took me to the depths of the past. In the next photograph, my mother was giving me a bath, and I, as a little kid was crying. Then came the family photograph. I, very neatly dressed up, was beaming in my mother’s arms. My grandfather, grandmother, and uncles also stood there in the photograph. It was like touching the times gone by. I was surprised to see how young and pretty my mother used to be and how small I was! Many memorable moments of various festivals had been caught in the eye of the camera. I saw my childhood once again through photographs. At last, came the wedding photo of my parents. I could not believe my eyes when I saw my parents looking so young and beautiful. Though time affects physically yet my parents have grown loving, more caring, and considerate through the years. When I closed the album, it was as if a dream snapped. I was back again, amidst the dusty old books. So much had Changed! I took a deep breath and busied myself once again in keeping those books in the box.