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Musical Nostalgia

So last weekend I was going through some of my old stuff. And then I found a memory card. I even had forgotten about it. It belonged to my first Nokia Phone, during my 11th std. And my curiosity just shot up to sky. It's almost 6 years, for that memory card. And I wanted to know what hidden treasure it had, So I plug it in my laptop, and now I'm going through each and every folder. 

I found pics of myself with no mustache and beard,where I look way too young. I found some educational videos, I borrowed from some friend, though I don't recall studying through them, Lolz. Few flash games, Java applications for that old phone. But the folder which engaged me the most was the music folder.



It was as if somebody gave me collage of all memories from those days. As each photograph relates to some distinct memory, in similar way each song I played found relation to some emotions and feelings.

A couple of songs related to the Exam Fears, as these were the songs I listened during exam period too many times. Few songs gave me relax feeling, as they were played during 10th summer vacation. A party song of traditional day fun, A silent song, me and my mom love a lot, made me a bit homesick. A song, played when we won world cup. A romantic song, sang together with her, and many more, don't even have words to explain all of them.

And a volcano of emotions exploded altogether. I don't know whether that made me happy, but I felt nostalgic for sure. 

Have you gone through that?

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  1. Only due to ur post i gone through my old backup folder...and i found immature and beat mature version of me.....really its nostalgic ...i just wan thank u for recalling myself..

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