We are made of memories.

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“A man is made of memories. It is all we are. Captured moments, the smell of a place, scenes played out time and again on a small stage. We are memories, strung on story lines–the tales we tell ourselves about ourselves, falling through our lives into tomorrow.”

 

I have a serious problem with letting things go. Things which are not about  good or bad experiences even though I hold on to good things very strongly. Things , here for example , are materialistic ones – old clothes , old sunglasses , old stopped watches, old photographs, old magazine in which only one story was good , old newspaper page where a small article inspired me , old text messages.

Once, I cried after deleting a small text message that my brother sent after seeing me off at an airport .I saved that for three years , until by mistake I clicked on delete button.

Once , someone asked me to sell some of my books to make space in my small rented apartment .I was ready to let her go but not my books.

I think , every small thing around me is constantly helping me to march ahead . That’s why, I get upset whenever I have to let things go from life.

But, then I read somewhere , old things go just to welcome the new ones. That’s the mantra of  a good life . I follow that and forget completely , many times!

 

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My weekend was pretty busy. Actually weekends are busier than weekdays , sometimes. Still, I start counting days to welcome Friday on every Sunday evening.

This Friday, I went to purchase a few home decoration things ; I was bored of same crockery, dinnerware, bed-spreads , lamps , etc [and I was not ready to let the old ones go too !]. While checking out , the cashier asked me ” So, are you guys newly married? ” . I was so surprised by that question that I took 1 long minute to think before answering anything. ” No. Not new anymore. ” , I said, with a smile. She was not convinced and repeated , ” You purchased these things. I thought, you guys are making a new home, together. Great choice, by the way.

I grinned , looking at those house-hold articles , while pondering on if the word “choice” was about the things I purchased and not about the man who was busy signing on the payment receipt.  ” This is the 5th year of our marriage” , I ended our little conversation and thanked her .

While returning home , I was back to nostalgia – to the year after our marriage. I took 1 long year to accept that word “husband” . Even after an eventful, colorful, extravagant Indian marriage   , for a year, I used to mention about him : “ Meet S, my best friend .” to the strangers ; and they used to correct me ” He’s your husband , not best friend anymore.

The memory of our best friendship is something that will always stay with us. It made us who we are today!  No matter what society calls us or dedicates certain words like “couple” , ” husband/wife ” , “life partners” ; we always keep the word “best friends” alive in the house!

It does not matter what change life brings, somewhere , past always stays in us , sometimes hidden , sometimes exposed!

We are made of memories . We all are.

 

25 thoughts on “We are made of memories.

  1. Your posts are such a delight to read! It so great to hear about a strong and lovable relationship. Builds faith. Thanks for sharing! 🙂

  2. I love the take on your marital relationship. One can not put you under the “lucky” cabinet as it requires a great deal of conviction. 5 good years can not be a coincidence after all. You earn it, or so I am told. It is kind of reassuring for those like me who are staring at the marriage question 🙂 So… thank you for sharing that with us all.

    About the memory thing. I certainly hope that you are not right. Not for me at least. Did not have had the most comfortable pasts vis-a-vis relationships you know… I guess I would want to believe that, for what we are and what we are going to be, it doesn’t matter where we have been. But that might just be me.

    Adorable picture

    1. Good memories walk with us till the end , bad memories make us stronger.:)

      Marriage in India – well, I will write my perspective on that, pretty soon. 🙂 Thank you for stopping by.:)

  3. …. and sweet memories makes our lives meaningful!!
    Memories (both good & bad) are wealth of wisdom, motivation & healer!.
    That said I can;t help myself ending this comment on a tangent since it’s beginning of the week …
    “Creditors have better memories than debtors” 🙂

    1. Ha ha ha, really , thanks for reminding the calculation on Monday. 🙂
      I think, sweet memories give us positiveness and bad memories make us stronger 🙂

  4. I love your philosophy of life. The questions you ask yourself inspire me to ask myself the same thing, leading me down long sweet paths of memories, or opening new doors.

    1. Opening new doors is the process of marching ahead without getting affected by other things in life. It is the best process and I loved your article about it. 🙂 Memories stop us , sometimes. 🙂 Best thing is to focus on the present without being judgmental from past experiences , or without having worries about future consequences. 🙂 I may be wrong , Itty, but I think like that, you know! 🙂

    1. Yes, I do think about that too. 😦 Do not be afraid at all, you ‘ll have and see only good things in life , always.. 🙂 Love and hugs..:)

  5. I am also reluctant in letting things like old books, note books, sms, dvds and magazines plus my diaries off. It’s after ages I threw away my 12th standard notes this year. It’s so true and why are we like that, I wonder!

    1. Yes, diaries! I have all of them. I have to read them pretty soon for fun. 🙂 We are like that because we are good, we value old things 🙂

  6. I too like that you refer to your husband as your best friend, keep that friendship alive and he will always be your husband and you his wife. 🙂 A thought for you: we are not our possessions, they do not define us. Who would you be if tomorrow you had no material possessions? Would you be less or would you, possibly, become more? I enjoyed reading your post very much!

    1. Yes, we were best friends before marriage happened . 🙂 So, that’s how the new term took some time to replace the old one. 🙂
      I am not a happy buyer or shopaholic ; but I love old things , old gifts , anything old that stayed with me , during my journey. 🙂
      Thank you for stopping by 🙂

  7. I like that for the whole first year of your marriage you introduced your husband as your best friend. I think you should still do that. 🙂 I don’t think I’ve seen you mention him a single time without the words “best friend” attached and that, to me, is a beautiful thing!

    1. Yes, C.K. 🙂 How can a person forget the n number of years of best friendship and call that old person with a new name? 🙂 So strange , right?:) Thank you for your comment. 🙂 Hope you had an amazing weekend. 🙂 *Hugs*

      1. It is strange! My husband is my best friend, he was that before he was ever my husband, so I understand trying to remember which you’re supposed to use when you introduce to people 🙂 *hugs* to you too!

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