The memories truck

The truck filled with memories stands at my door. Memories, some made due to destiny and some others by choice. I wonder, will I ever be able to unload the truck? Can any of us ever do this? May be that’s how it’s meant to be with us. We can only fill the truck with more and more and never be able to unload it.

That’s how the memory game is played. Once experienced, they are a part of who we are, etched in us until eternity. Even if we want to I don’t think we can wash out a memory completely. Something will always be there. If not the words, then may be the feelings. If not those people, then may be the lesson they taught us. A part of it always stays with us.

Like every game, the memory game has it’s twists too. We call them days and dates. This day last year, this day last month, this day years ago… This vicious cycle is what is needed to be broken for us to emerge victorious. What happened, happened. Those happenings stay in our past and we move to the present. This is how it should be but it doesn’t really happen. All of us at some points get stuck in this cycle thereby creating the perfect mix of a messed up past and present leading to a disastrous future. For some of us this is our favourite dish and we love to splurge on it.

So as to make you realise that it’s easier said than done, I must confess that even as I write this I’m thinking about this date last month. 😛 Oh, memories.

Oh, wasn’t the truck waiting at the door to be unloaded? Well, this wait will have to continue till the time we learn to learn from the memories. That day, I might not be able to unload the memories, but I’ll surely unload lifelong lessons.

Time to shut the door and let the truck wait 🙂


Author: Paranjaya

What I have failed to speak, I have succeeded to write! - Paranjaya Mehra

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