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A Part of Me



Einstein said that time is relative but I never quite understood the fact. No wonder, I have always been pathetic with numbers. Never understood time, algebra, money, costs, accounting and the list goes on. But traveling always seems some kind of time travel to me. Flashes of past keep hovering around. At times, things seem as they have never happened. May be that was a different life, a different time. Sometimes, I need to open my phone’s gallery to actually prove to my conscious brain about a certain event. However, traveling is something else. When I travel alone, looking aimlessly into the nothingness out of the window, I am usually thinking about many things together, get mixed emotions and start missing everyone I know. Is that a normal thing? I think I have left my parts at places and with people. And after losing that part, I have tried to rebuild myself. Obviously, the new me is never the same. Traveling, once again, proves that to me. It’s like a slideshow of life playing over and over again during those few hours. I guess that’s what relativity of time is. When it’s 4:30 to 6:30 for people, it has been a certain lifetime for me. 

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