This word makes time, space, people, places, feelings, emotions and information sacred, dreaded and personal.

Do we have anyone without this particular flavour in life?
I think life will lose its excitement, thrill and even charm without a little bit of Secret being all around.

The four quadrants for every individual have this quadrant for this hidden information… hidden from the world and tucked into memory and space to immortalise it and yet fade away with the individual.

Some school-time photographs, letters from someone special, dried flowers and roses, diaries and notes, gifts and mementos which all are now just occupying space and memory with little value. These secrets hold stories of time and every little thing that mattered then, so important that tears had made those nights long, and at times, eyes wide open waiting for the first light… Secrets.

The first crush, in front of whom I could not speak anything… to that where I biked to meet someone on a borrowed 2-wheeler on a rainy date till now, was a secret.

Secrets some joyful on discovery or disclosure, while a few where nothing can be shared to ease the pain or nothing can be done to let go of the secrecy.

Sometimes our own secrets, and at times those shouldered for others, shoved deep into the depths where it eventually meets no one.

These secrets take from a small space to the biggest lockers, yet at some point of time, someone comes to clean them and finds these secrets either amusing or disturbing to become their own secrets in return for time to come.

My secrets not so many yet I decided to clear my own small space the other day… cleared out a few, and a few others where the thread still held strong went back into that small space…
A photograph that is etched in time, a few notes and memories.

My journey has been on the open side of life as a struggling entrepreneur… but life has its own secrets yet to unveil.
As the future unfolds slowly at its own pace, a lot of memories and a lot of secrets may be still on hold.

I don’t know what tomorrow brings out but everyone’s journey to where they are today, the joy and pains, the turbulence and the efforts, the sacrifices and the lost time is a secret, rarely shared.

I have seen those secrets in people’s eyes… and my eyes respect those people.

Life goes on… we have not yet reached the level of nirvana.

As I finished my cleaning up, hungry, I asked what was for dinner…
The answer was – “It’s a Secret.”