Once upon a time

Sometimes I start wondering that why there come so many phases where we spend years building relations and then those relations turn in to a special type known as Once upon a time.

The relations which you can never forget and always want to live them again but with time, they have become so distant that you feel impossible to touch them. All you are left with is the memories of those relations and the times, the tales which you can share with your dear ones to let them know how nice those people were when we were together.

 

These lyrics from Ali Zafar’s Jhoom appear so close to such relations:

Bachapan ke sawan beete, Ladkpan ki beeti dhara
Jab mud ke dekha peechhe, toh chhoota jeevan sara
Phir bhi teri aas pakad ke, har ik din guzara hai