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ODE to the MEMORY LANE


I have a secret friend who lives with me all the time, who takes care, of all the times when I’m sad, of all the times when I feel lonely, of all the times when I’m fighting with a confluence with in my mind.
She sits back patiently taking me back to the times, when expressions flew genuinely, when people meant what they said and you didn’t have to get your mind all juggled up, deciphering the difference between what people said and what they meant.
And at all these times when mind is making a to and fro motion like a pendulum, this friend of mine comes at my rescue, taking me away from this to that world, from ultimate conflux to eternal peace. Even though the life has changed a lot here, still this friend of mine has preserved another life for me, there, in which I was an original version of myself, in which thoughts flew out swiftly and were received with acceptance and genuine criticism.
 As the times have changed, life was taken its form, from its imaginary version to the real one, there appears to be a huge conflict between the two.But this friend of mine, presents me with the talking moments, where pure thoughts flew all over the place and I was very much the part of the process. And each talking moment, inspires me to still be the same, as I used to be, even if the world presents the things to be the other way around a lot of times.
Through this writing I want to thank this friend of mine, whose name is “memories” and every single one of my friends, who have made “memories”, the friend of mine so strong that today, it is keeping me strong and making me stronger as the days pass by.   

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