A Mystery Book

You look for a book in the library,
But you don't know what you are forgetting,

There is something inside you that you can make as a story,
YOUR LIFE.
You go through so many journeys that you can't count them
Sometimes memories fall like sand ,
that is how old memories become.

But thank you friends for being such wonderful ones as you have made my days happy.
(Even my old but not forgotten ones).