When the last leaf of a tree meets senescence and falls off welcoming autumn, a sudden urge tells me to revisit old memories. Memories that have been lying beneath the column of books in that dusty bookshelf where one seldom visits. Some prick to make the finger bleed, some
touch the soul and induces warmth in it, and some kiss you gently and caress the body. They are like old photo albums which are there in every household but have nobody to look at them. Memories that seek for your attention to urge you, like to revisit an old monument you had seen in your young days so that you may look for the reason for which it has remained etched in your mind, or sometimes the scratches and scars painted on your heart remind you of the stabs of the cruel past, or sometimes memories like holding hands of your beloved and kissing them amidst the sound of the lashing waves.
To be continued....
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The Memory Tree
General FictionIf the seed of an event is planted deep within your subconscious mind, it'll turn into a tree called memory. A philosophy that might make you reflect upon the memories you have. Are they all colorful like the spring or cold like the winter? For a mo...
