Humans, not places, make memories…!

Each moment has the potential to be special and memorable. What makes things memorable is that they are meaningful, significant and colourful. There might be the number of memorable visits in one’s life but some are so unforgettable which one would like to share with his friends, relatives and nears and dears.
What you need is an event, to remember for a lifetime and they can become memorable if they are penned of memories for making chapters.
Some fiction writers try to convey a message by telling a story which touches the reader’s heart to bring a change in our society, the moral graph of which going down day by day. It could be called creative writing and imaginary tales but I have in my writing always shared the life experiences which has actually happened.
During my school and college days, I had the desire to be a hostler but it could not be matured with one or the other reason or in those days it was a rare opportunity for youngsters of high-up families. But, I did enjoy my stay away from home during my trips within India and on foreign lands which gave me a break to write the number of pages in three languages – Hindi, Punjabi and English.
Our life is full of days and each day comes with its own happenstances, sometimes good and sometimes unbearable ones. Some days come and go but some are remembered as they leave their memorable footprints on our minds, even footprint of difficulties and sweetness, joy and regrets even.
The past all the time beats inside me like a second heart. The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain; it is the loneliness of it.
Memories need to be shared and here I take this chance the memory of two persons in my life.  Though they don’t haunt me night and day they continue to memorable and inspirational throughout my life otherwise the things would have been otherwise.
There are moments when I sometime I wish I could roll back the clock and tall the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
In fact, the worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.  But there do come a time in one’s life when one has to choose to turn the pages – either to write another write-up or simply close it.   I think the things which I remember are more real than the things I see.
When I go back to my memories, I recollect that I when I tried to be close to - two persons to whom I call with short names as DK and JK - the first one told me that one must trust someone other than his life partner, male in the case of female and female in the case of male and second one, from whom I had never any expectations but tried to present some gift, was told – the bigger the gift, higher the expectations are.
Frankly speaking, if you want to live a memorable life, you have to be the kind of person who remembers to remember. The only memorable person or event in one’s life will be the person you were yesterday or you have met someone yesteryear. Anyhow, one thing is certain that it is the humans, not places, make memories.
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