Memories are grown, not over a period of time but over a period of experiences. Somehow, memories are generally related with our childhood and have immense impact on our life, whether its our past, present or future. They are a blend of adventures and issues we have faced as we grew up in this highly adventurous world. The significance, these memories hold and the lessons we have learned, is what we are actually made up of. When we sit alone, imagining where our life will take us, we often start creating memory bubbles in our head, primarily of all the good days we have spend with our family, friends and few incidents which may have occurred with strangers. They are although irrelevant, but certainly create a dilemma in our mind. They make you realize where your roots are, where you will end up your life, and certainly each night before sleeping, after a hectic day, it brings a huge happy curve on your lips.
One day sitting in a balcony, Henna was so deeply connected to her own imaginary world that even after tapping twice on her shoulder, she didn’t react and for a second she thought felt she might have lost her daughter to god. Laughing at her own thought she dipped her daughter’s little finger in her cup of tea and she was brought back to this world. When asked what she was thinking so deeply she immediately changed the conversation. It had been quite a while since her mother was noticing few changes in her. That day she sat with full determination and asked her what was wrong. She, after repeated hesitation finally spoke her heart out. Mom, “this world is so small, I married my childhood love, he loved me when I was 15 years old even though I had braces and most ugly looking face in the colony. Now when I have made myself so strong, so beautiful, putting up all the makeup and carrying myself in the most poised way, he tells me that he has lost interest in me. He doesn’t feel the attraction anymore. And then he left without even saying a good bye. Each morning when I start my day, I feel him all around me. And these memories aren’t the sad one’s, instead they are happy things which leaves me smiling all day. I am not able to make myself understand this phenomenon whether my brain is working or its drenched in his memories only. Her mother, who was silent all this while, held her pale and delicate hands, put them onto hers and told her to be calm. She, shivering within herself explained her daughter few lessons of life, she said memories are blend of good and bad times. They often treat you well if you want them to come to you in a positive role; similarly negativity arrives when your mind works in that emotion. Since birth god gives us both the choices and plays with our life in a similar manner, and at the end, its your own memories that you can direct your life on. But the matter of fact is whether life gives you rewards or regrets you should always bow down to god and thank him for your existence.