Life is a sad song. It is full of melancholy. When listened to in moments of tranquility, it brings back old memories. Memories that play by, pictures changing as if on a cue from every other word in the lyrics. Memories that made us believe. Memories that are like sweet cakes dipped in a sad nectar. Now they cannot be tasted without the nectar spreading warmly around our throat, making it fill up. 

We try to talk to ourselves till a part of us is bewildered at itself and the other gets tired of it, just like our memories that snapped their ties with our present and embraced the ever-retreating past because they, too, were tired with our companionship. What a wearisome world. 

We let out a heavy sigh, turn the music off and resign to slumber.