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There's something about nostalgia that makes it so irresistible. 

Today I was crossing an old familiar area and it brought back memories, so sweet and sour at the same time. 

Interestingly I cross this area almost everyday but it only rarely evokes emotions from the past. Partly because I am too engaged with the present and partly because it is exhausting to deal with the past everyday. Each time I think of all that's gone by, I invest a little more of myself in things that don't exist anymore. Now don't get me wrong, I am not advocating moving away from the past. It would be very hypocritical if I did.

I am the most nostalgic person I know. I draw my passion from all that's happened, I laugh at jokes from ten years ago and occasionally cry over things that happened fifteen years ago. I hold and never let go.

Having said that, nostalgia is a guilty pleasure and I don't I let myself indulge in it everyday. Simply because I can't afford to. My life has changed so rapidly over the years that before I know it, an era will pass me by if I think too much about the one that just ended. 

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  1. Zoya, at best, you are the SECOND most nostalgic person I know :-) Wait... I am not implying that I know exactly how nostalgic you are; I am only implying that I have scored a perfect 10 in that department. I might consider a tie. - ASnonymous

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  2. was it the visit to GK II which evoked this nostalgia???
    DB

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  3. You know while we are living what we are living today, we don't realize but we leave a part of ourself there. And a part of that incident just stays with us, forms a memory and knowingly or unknowingly affects us or changes us. people underestimate the power of physical establishments and places, they can be etched very strongly in memory. Sometimes to run away from certain memories or people, thats why tend to avoid those places too.

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  4. @ DB, nope!

    @ AS - second best is good enough :)

    @ Riddhi - true that

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