Roadside Memories

So we walked on the road as if  nothing else mattered. The numerous people who crossed us all the while, the shopkeepers who were busy selling their stocks, the vendors who were busy crying their throats out, the infrequent vehicles that passed us with a loud honking, the night that was growing darker, the city which was becoming drowsy- nothing mattered.

We were three. And we walked together on the road like one. We had no destination, no agenda. We just had ourselves. And the road.

As we walked, we talked, joked, poked, jostled and even fought. Sometimes what we said was all non-sense, but it somehow made  sense then. We teased each other about our latest crushes. We talked about our dreams and ambitions and about our joys and sorrows.

We did not care whether we got lost in the maze of the entangled lanes and thoroughfares, neither did we worry about getting home late. Weren’t the exams knocking at our doors, or a project was to be submitted in the class the next day? Well, who cares! We were just concerned with the instantaneous joys we were gathering on the way.

Did we exist in this world which is mired in so much complexities and cunning formalities? I think not. We were on a different plane of existence. It was just about being in that time. And the three of us on the road.

I wake up from the hazy slumber of memories I had fallen into. I look around as a cool breeze brushes past me. The leaves produce a faint rustle as the breeze invades their dense, leafy crown. The moonlight stands no chance as the entire ambience is bathed in a yellowish light by the various lamp-posts. As far as the eye could see, the road stretches on and on, festooned with dense trees on either side. And I walk on this dusty, leaf-covered road, under the vast starry sky with no one else by my side except a handful of memories.

The Three Musketeers - Amir, Zee, Mash....


About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.


  1. Mashroor alam

    A Lovely gist of your friendship. Beautifully told! I appreciate it.

    • zee

      Its not about my friendship, but about ours. Yeah Bro, I miss you all. You know its so easy to write well when the thing has happened in your life. 🙂

  2. Beautifully written! It took me for a trip down memory lane, once again. Friends are so unforgettable when they are genuine and the moments spent together forever remain. 🙂

  3. farheen

    very beautiful and very true….i am sure somewhere,, in some corner of our mind and heart we all have saved these golden memories of our growing years,,and those handful of buddies…kuch ke haath chhoot gaye,,kuch kahin kho gaye….but they are still very much in our memories..thank u for giving words to those feelings and memories..

  4. zee

    Glad you liked this bhabhi! You are ryt, that these friends are still very much in our memories and they will always remain there safely. 🙂

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