Hung up on the past?

I was up all night. Stayed up till around 8 in the morning. Yes, I do weird crazy things at times. Like today, I brought in this random puppy and bathed and fed it and played with it. What can I say, I'm a sucker for that damn puppy dog face!

Anyway, around 6AM I went up to my terrace (3rd floor, mind you). It was a beautiful, balmy tropic summer morning. And I was just staring at how beautiful the city landscape looked. Its new to me, I am a suburban chica through and through and I miss it terribly. Although I don't let on as much to my parents.

I scarcely expected what I got to see this morning. It was quiet and people went about their business and the thing that surprised me most were PARROTS! The last time I saw a parrot in a tree was way back in my old house on the mango tree. But here there were like almost a dozen, cavorting around like they owned the place and I got super super excited! Wanted to click a picture, even had a title for it - Parrots in Purasaiwalkam. Well unfortunately, the zoom on my N73 does not stretch that far.

The thing that got me all teary eyed was the terrace right opposite mine. It had a white door. Red terracotta floor tiling. And it reminded me so so much of the endless hours my cousins and I played on a similar tile, around a similar door. Our heaven, our playroom, the one place where we made all the rules. Our kingdom! And I began to wonder why I reacted so extremely. Why am I so hung up on the past. I am 20 now and I know I'm never gonna be 8 years old and pasting posters on my grandma's garage wall again!

Then, I remembered something someone very close to me told me a while ago.

"You can always create new memories."

The context in which it was said did come true. And I realized heart of hearts, this will come through too.