Memories

Fading, patchy, darned and some still with holes waiting to fixed, my quilt of memories is getting worn out for sure. Memories, bitter, sweet and at times irrelevant. A collage of incidents, places and people, some who matter and some I wonder what are they doing in head?

It is interesting what we absorb and keep and what we discard, chaffing of all the good and bad that happens in our lives everyday. I am assuming that the brain would be smart to store only information important to my well being, yet why does the memories of incidents that changed your life appear to be hazy and fragmented? Trying to fix the jagged images, to connect all the dots can be daunting as you grow older.

Ever been in a conversation with people from your past, and wondered how can both of your versions about the same incident be so different? Like the water drops that sprinkle on your body, like the specks of dust that stick on to you, moments decide to create memories.

Then there are some memories, that are resistant to time. They, in fact get more embellished, more vivid and they are hopefully the ones that make you smile when you are alone, or maybe make you shed a tear because the pain feels so real.

Moments are like falling leaves on the ground. You don't know which moments will be carried away by the breeze and lost forever and which ones will be buried in the ground, dissolving to become a part of you . Like the ground we are always ready to enrich ourselves, waiting to hold on to moments some for a while or forever, except that you really don't get to choose who will decide to stay and who will go.