I feel contentment when I live in a particular place for quite some time. When I stayed in the lap of Himalayas , woke up to the beautiful sunrise everyday, I kept telling everyone ” This is the most beautiful place. Nothing can be more beautiful than this. Nothing can be more beautiful than a sunrise ! ” And the world was conspiring to prove me wrong.
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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. Continue reading “We are made of memories.”