Some Memories are like that transition of the mid-day when the sunlight leaves and the moonlight sets in, when there's neither too dark nor too light, where you had to face the duality of something that brought you both pain and pleasure, those which helped you grow and bloom into what you're now. Memories aren't static, sometimes they move slow, and sometimes run faster than the Snowpiercer and take you along with them so that you don't stop growing. People do not always disappear from the face of this world, it's their reminiscence like a souvenir that keeps them alive within you, where you can shut your eyes and can see them. They're like that glass of a wine which once raised for a toast, is gulped down in a second, but the intoxication it contains lingers on forever.
Memories can be the best healer and can sometimes also be a brutal killer. Some memories are created while some don't get a chance to get created and persists as 'thoughts'.
Memories are that segment of the past that might not control your present or future but become a part of your life and like a potter, gives a shape to your individuality, anonymously. Maybe that's the most beautiful part of them.
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