Today's was spent skimming through old photographs. Emotions running high, I covered the whole gamut of the affective state of consciousness. Nostalgia obviously was right through, in every high and low; so was affection. There was joy in most, reminiscing the fun and happy moments that life had presented and that each image had captured so well, completely doing justice to the occasion. Some brought in grief, a sense of longing and wistfulness with the realization that a few loved ones were now confined to memories and to Polaroids. There was amusement and chuckling when a picture brought in a droll or an entertaining recollection. Then there was pride, inspiration, satisfaction, sensitiveness, each predominant in it's own way depending on the story that the image expressed.
And all these at one fell swoop kindled in me a desire to rush back in time and relive those highs and lows. I craved for the tangible. I wanted all of these to be more than mere remembrances, to experience more than overt manifestations of an emotional upheaval. And suddenly helplessness usurped every other emotion. And pared those lovely captures to just smoke and mirrors!
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