lesson from a walk.

A sense of deja vu touched me as we climbed the hill...scrambling to reach the top, grasping at the tall grass, laughing as we pointed to the bokshi ko kara (witches thorn) and the carpet daisies. The sillouhettes of our family members graced the path we were to take. Amazing, I thought. This could have been anywhere.I remembered the umpteemth number of times I have scampered up and down the himalyan terrain as a child...today felt the same....except that I was going up the hill for a walk with my childhood friend in another country, in another continent,in another era. Did we envision while we were sitting in the classroom all those years back that we would meet like this one day? Not for one moment. It made me realise that time waits for no one and that every moment is a god given chance to enjoy, to cherish, to build beautiful memories because time gone dosen't come back but we can make it worthwhile.