Searching for the little me

I went on a search

A search for the little me that I used to be

The little me who could conjure images out of nothing

Who could laugh at anything

To whom happiness was always a company

The elder me is mature

She strikes a fine balance between reality and imagination

She weighs every word she talks and laughs with caution

She conjures images that are practical

But she often misses the little me that I used to be

I silently watch the elder me reach out to the little me

Trying to wipe the dust of time, and embrace her

Fighting the waves of the present lashing at her …

I continue watching

She looks at me with confused eyes

Then I slowly tell her –

Dear, do not go to the past

Make the most of the present

Then only will the future me

Miss you and try to reach out for you

She smiles, understands and quietly returns back to me

Promising to make my present the most memorable !