Travellers Stream

Songs… I go a little crazy listening to some of them. Certain melodies instantly take me back to a very specific moment in time. It’s almost like déjà vu—same feelings, same emotions, sometimes even the same ache in the heart. Music doesn’t just play; it transports me.

My mother has this beautiful habit of connecting life events to movies and songs. She remembers which film released when someone was born, or what song was popular during a particular phase. It’s funny, yes—but also deeply touching. For her, memories are neatly stored in reels and soundtracks.

And then there are fragrances. Some smells don’t just remind me of the past; they pull me into it without warning. A whiff of a familiar perfume, the smell of rain on dry earth, incense, old books, or even freshly washed clothes—and suddenly I’m somewhere else, someone else, in another time.

Nostalgia, for me, isn’t just remembering. It’s reliving. It arrives quietly, unannounced, through a song, a scent, or a passing thought—and for a moment, the past and present sit together, holding hands.

Sometimes it makes me smile. Sometimes it makes my heart heavy. But I’ve realised—it’s a reminder that I have lived, felt deeply, loved fully… and that those moments still breathe inside me.

😊💝

Shama