The memories might be the accounts of the bygone days, but their footprint remains as a controlling agency under the disguise of doubt, sincerity and mostly perspective. Once it was only a belief, but it's obvious now that the past shapes the present, sustaining a greater control over the future. Memory is inherently fragmented, misses out selective information and stays inclined to what favours one's victimhood. But, not everything is supposed to be essentially so complex, memory is equally capable of making things simpler by throwing light to the untold and the unknown. This is a story that introduces how recollection of events is not necessarily always haunting, but brings comfort upon remembering, and brings opportunities to mend things, which were left unfinished earlier.
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