"Every man's memory is his private literature". ~Aldous Huxley
The good memories bring happiness and the best smile and bad memories bring us tears and agony! But all of us want to erase the so called unhappy ones and remember only those which make us cheerful.
During the vacations, all the three of us, mom, dad and me would travel together. If mom decided to stay home, dad and I would go around. I was always surprised by his stamina that he did not get tired inspite of walking long distances and how I wish I would be as strong as him. Though he is no more today, the best memories spent during good times, haunt, when a person is missing and their absence felt is immeasurable and indeed painful.
The good memories bring happiness and the best smile and bad memories bring us tears and agony! But all of us want to erase the so called unhappy ones and remember only those which make us cheerful.
During the vacations, all the three of us, mom, dad and me would travel together. If mom decided to stay home, dad and I would go around. I was always surprised by his stamina that he did not get tired inspite of walking long distances and how I wish I would be as strong as him. Though he is no more today, the best memories spent during good times, haunt, when a person is missing and their absence felt is immeasurable and indeed painful.
