There are times when retrospection do not yield to the same results as it needs to.

A curious jumping from moments ago to a distant past offering a contrast that you are too wary to interpret.

Times when you close your eyes while climbing down a fleet of stairs and land on to the flat floor groping for another step.

Times when you stick your eyes on to the sky tracing the flight of a bird entreating it to fly higher and higher for the flight no longer remains the bird's alone but also of the mind.

Times when your eyes rove over a poem and tries to suck in new meanings and a million interpretations-for the words reveal something in you and you add more and more to discover yourself anew.