Mindfull

If you ask me what remains forever in human mind then it’s only memories. They are inorganic yet verdant always. That is the paradox of a memory. It is a remnant of something, of someone. You want to erase them, you can’t imagine letting go off them. You just have to dive into the recesses of your thoughts...they hide there, ready to spring at you at any given time of your existence. They live there, or should I say, we enclose them in the deep trenches of our secret corners. When allowed they can change your mood. They can make you happy, sad, happy-sad, excited, regret and so on. They wield immense power. Many of our actions are motivated, stalled, propelled by our memories of something or the other. It is the secret power behind many of our actions. Memories enable us, or they disenable us; they empower us, they debilitate. They stay with us always. They surface at the most uncanny moments. They can surprise you. It is a bitter-sweet existence. It reminds us that we don’t have Alzheimer’s disease. It doesn’t herald its arrival. No one knows what can trigger the stream of consciousness. It can be just about anything...a word, a shout, a musical note, the movement of the fan, the smell of perfume, it could be a song.,,it could be Nothing that can spearhead a memory into action...it could be the emptiness of one’s heart, mind, soul..it could be boredom that could remind us of the times that were contrary to the present. Memories are creatures you hate; they are the adorable treasures you keep as the keepsakes of your heart...those that you will never trade for any wealth in the world...those that can never be displaced or replaced. They remain seated forever till we become someone else’s memory!!!