Hi again! InvisibleGirl here. I just wanted to talk about some interesting I did today. I went on a walk with my father and my brother to explore my native city. I only come here during summer vacations, and I’ve spent two years of my childhood here (which I don’t remember), and surprisingly, it’s the first time I think I’ve actually actively left my iPad screen or my sketchbook and gone out to see the sights (even if the sights are the neighbouring streets).
I visited so many places that were once near and dear to my heart. My father was telling me about this empty field, and how the land beyond it was empty when he was still living here. That made me think. His memory of the place is like a layer, while the sight I was seeing now was also a layer, my layer. Imagine every person who must have seen that place. So many layers, right? Now imagine all the layers being there together. I’d definitely go insane.
But it’s such a beautiful thing. Everyone has a different memory about the same place, and no one sees the same place the same way. When I saw that field, I saw a place where boys my age played cricket. But when my father saw that field, he must have seen it as how it was then, when he was still a boy my age. Other people would see it in other ways. That way, even if a place was public, it still was private, atleast in our hearts. Because no one can see a place like you do.
Also below are some photos I took on the walk. Forgive me for the quality, they were with my iPad. I also had a lot more ideas, but there were people walking, and so I couldn’t actually act on them.
Do you think the same when you see places? Layers of memories? Tell me below in the comments!
InvisibleGirl, becoming visible again~
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