Memories hold my breath
Human Nature, the more you want to forget, the more you remember... It
happens with me always...Not only me. I guess with everyone it happens.Atleast
the people I have met so far in my life...Memories...Whether good, bad, best or
worst People love to recollect it… Some memories from past, yesteryears make
us cry, some of them make us smile…for me it feels like I walk down the street of memories alone...at that point of time they just hold me and my breath... for some moment,for some while...they give me a different reflection of my characteristics...I get some different ways to know myself...Very serious,very imaginative, A different me.. For a certain time my world stops from it's work and simply stands quite... without knowing the fact,without knowing the time... my world surrounds me with the past....
Memories,Memories and Memories....Memories are never old..they are precious,priceless and remains Golden.. ever ever and for ever... I love my memories ☺☺
©Debarati Datta
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