A day spent with memories

A day spent with memories

On one sunny Sunday afternoon when I was lying in bed and was staring blankly at my hostel walls, someone came and placed it’s hand on my head. I turned around to see that it was these memories I brought with me in bulk when I was leaving home. So I decided to spend rest of the day with it. Going through it, I realized how good were those days I spent with my family. How my mom got worried if I skipped a meal. And here even if I stay hungry the whole day, no one cares. How I used to be with my mother always as her shadow and here even my shadow left me alone. How hugging my dad cured all my problems coz I knew he was there. After spending the whole day with memories when tears started rolling down my cheeks, memories reminded me that you have to wipe it yourself coz you are not home…

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stuti sinha
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