MEMORIES INTO THE WORLD OF LOST

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I still remember the day when I came back to my home from hostel after a long time. As I reached home, I was served with my favourite food. I did not expect that ever. That day was awesome because most of the things had happened to me for the first time. I still remember those auspicious moments that has become my memory and the part of my life.
Those memories are still in my heart and I am going to  remember them until I wish to forget them. Otherwise those  memories  would go into the world of lost like others which I always wished to forget.
Their is nothing like fake in the fact that we keep only those memories we wish to keep, otherwise forgetting is the human nature.
We all have some secret stories that even our secret and personal diaries don’t know. It may be because we don’t want to lose that secret rather memory.
Me too have a lots of memories..some happy ....some sad...some childhood memories...some adulthood ones.
Everything I have inside me gives me the reason to rise up. I wish I could remember my first eat, sleep, walk, talk and some other first moments of my childhood, memories of my life building story of my life.
I wish I could remember when this insensible soul felt  the air of love profoundly by heart.
Memories are the best part of our life rather they are the most beautiful moments which then turn to memories.
Evoking memories make me feel like I have been served with some relish food specially my favourite Aalu paratha with curd of that buffalo’s milk, little creamy, little salty.
Actually we never know that the moment we are in may become the best memory of our life. These are only the memories of our loved ones which gives me intense energy and let me live alone the world of this million souls.
Making memories is nothing then feeling and living  the moments you are in.
Just wish to forget the bad memories and try to remember the best ones. ..This is what something life is.
And yess I am trying hard to save my memories to go into the world of lost.

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