A mixture called...LIFE

We are born naked.... both....literally and otherwise. Like a glass of water... fresh,pure, uncontaminated. Our parents give our life the basic taste. A bit salty...lots of sugar..and some colors. As we grow... we make friends... and the color and taste gets modified with time. After considerable time... we acquire the taste and color which is characteristic of...Our Self. After that...we come to be known as of 'that' taste and 'that' color. We get defined.
Modifications continue, though. Every second that passes...every person whom we meet...every event that we witness.... affects us...in one way or another.most of them remain neutral... some accentuate the taste... and some are contaminants. The dirt, filth, rubbish..that we pick up in course of time.They can be anything... strained relationships....turbulent times... ill-fate.... misunderstandings... irresponsibility... shattered dreams... unfulfilled ambitions... crushed expectations.... failed love... anything. They are just unavoidable. After the initial turbulence they may be causing... slowly and gradually they settle down. As time weighs upon them... they are pushed down to the bottom. Sometimes we forget..mostly we ignore their existence. From the top it looks all clear... as if everything has evaporated. But they very much are there. We can ignore them... but we can't remove them.
Our best friend TIME helps us by pushing them deep inside. But ........
It takes only a moment to stir them up.... and it may take another lifetime for them to settle down again.

P.S.---> Cardamom.... I'll honour your tag soon.