Was watching a video of rainfall that I had shot in slow motion and I could see each individual drop almost floating down.

And then a thought struck me. What if this could happen with all the beautiful moments of our life.

Can it? I feel yes. Only if we let time move at a snail’s pace by slowing ourselves down to the bare minimum speed. And in the process, experience what’s happening to us and around us in totality rather than in multiple scattered fragments. Fragments that we brush under the memory’s carpet, never to be found again when one tries to recall them. And then we flip through the photo app of our mobiles to feel those moments again. Forgetting photos or videos don’t let you experience the warmth or the scent. They also do not provide that feeling of being immersed in that scene. Nor can it bring back the feelings that were not there in the first place. For we never experienced those moments completely. Feverishly ticking the boxes on our list and clicking photos to post them as a proof of being there. As if people won’t believe and even if they don’t believe, does it really matter?