Why is it that many a time, what we have been waiting for to happen, what we had been wishing for- when that moment finally dawns, why does it feel so unreal, almost as if it was happening to someone else. Why does it feel so ordinary, so bland?
When the long awaited moment was in the present, I kept reminding myself , "Here is the moment you've been waiting for, watch it unfurl, be in it, hold on to it, savour it. Lock it away, for some day in the future, you will seek this moment in the casket of your memories, you'll long to be back in it, relive it"...
And then in some moment of the remote future, it becomes a miracle remembered, perhaps more magical than it had actually been when in the present.
