MEMORIES...

At the slightest of stirrings, the boundless mind rummages through a stockpile of nostalgia, picking up a flashback and refreshing it as a memory to serve the soul...
Memories !!! Memories are hangovers of emotions - both good and bad, poignant and cheerful, heart warming and heart wrenching. The most moving ones among them are stored in the lacrimal glands. They just find a reason to well up the corners of the eyes at the slightest of reminders.

The good ones are the lilting remnisences of momentous occasions...of the tears of joy that had frozen then,  that now want to roll down unhindered... the soul floating like a feather after all the heaviness of the past Memories give joys that take time to sink in.
Cackling insanely one moment and eyes moistening up the other.. There is no bigger roller coaster than reliving childhood memories with your siblings or friends.
Watching cute videos of your children when they were little kids and getting teary eyed reliving the beautiful memories...
These experiences teach us why it is important to take a break from making money and start making memories instead.

Just like the beautiful ones, the ugly memories too shake us.
Memories that wake up dead or dormant emotions like ghostly remniscences in the eerie silence of dark nights.
Some dark memories are like knives, slitting through the heart and scraping old wounds.

The bitter sweet evocations that help you reflect - memories are a tribute to your past.
Memories heal you.. they are invisible treasure troves ..Memories are eternal .. somethings that you can preserve until your last breath... somethings that you can take to your funeral pyre.

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