The game memories play

The biggest flaw a human commits in his life is carrying the burden of memories. Tough to deal with, time and again they knock at the door of our thoughts and at times at our hearts too. Think of anything past or present, it reminds us of something lost, left behind or fear of loosing, fear of it becoming a memory! Alas! Wondering why god ever made memories? Good memories bring a smile on our face but leaves us with a sense of something precious that will never come back to us. Photographs, streets, places, dairy , clothes each have a memory of their own. Everything that exists with us, that we posses has some connection with our past. Memories make us laugh, cry, depress, make us nostalgic, happy and often confused.

In memories resides a whole new world. A world where feelings and emotions of every kind breed. A world which is secure and full of thoughts and opinions. One can dream of memories gone by. One can hope from the past memories. Past, present and future , all three of them our connected with memories. Its surprising that no human can exist without memories. At the bottom of the heart somewhere they continue to exits. The more one makes efforts to forget them. the more they try to overpower our efforts. Its a game they play.

The kids playing cheerfully in the park reminds us of our childhood, the school takes back to the memories as students, the campus reminds of the joy of youth, Newly wed couples reminds of ones own days of marriage, Grandmothers reminds of the stories she foretold in the past. There are strings attached to every little thing we do, think of. And so I say...Memories have a world of their own...

The other day I went to the the park for a stroll. As I was walking I found myself lost in the strange world of memories. And there was no absconding from the thoughts. Thoughts just came. I avoided some of them. But I guess at times memories give you no choice. When they come, they come in abundance.

As I write this I am filled with thoughts.....some memories of my earlier writings come to me...with a twinkle in my eyes I confess to myself "There is escape from sadness, happiness, pain but no escape from memories...and sometimes I seem to like it...sometimes I just hate it'!