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...and the memories bring back, memories bring back you

‘Memories’, a word so small with a meaning so deep. Memories are those moments that we trap inside us, which are gone and would never come back. Memories can be the happiest thing to hold on to, and yet can also be the most mournful thing to ever exist in your minds.
Memories can make us smile, memories can make us cry. Memories can make us miss someone, yet they can be so strong to make us hate someone as well. We do not control them, they control us. Every bit of us.

Sitting by the window on a rainy day, when that first sip of coffee ran down my throat, it reminded me of something, rather someone. Someone who is gone, and will never come back. All I was left with, was a bunch of memories, which were happy ones, yet had the power to haunt me every night. Tears did roll down my cheeks, but I was helpless. I could not stop them from constantly rotating inside my head.

Screaming, shouting from inside, I had no one to tell those to. Who do I? Why do I? These were my memories, they were precious. No one had the right to know about them. But these memories became my worst fears, my biggest weaknesses.

They say, a memory is never gone, it always stays there. Some in your mind, and some in the depth of your heart. You can’t get rid of them, you cannot forget them, you just have to bear them all lifelong.

No, time doesn’t heal the pain of the memories, it just makes you learn how to live with it. The pain doesn’t reduce, we just learn to abide by it. Memories are those needles, that keep on pricking you all day. Everyday. And these small needles become those sharp knives that stab your heart every night before you cry yourself to sleep. These memories become a part of us, they live with us, they die with us. They test our strength. They test our vulnerability. They test how much the heart can bear it.
 
And once all the tests are done, that is the day, when we sleep. And never wake up. That is the one day, when all the memories- happy, sad, or painful, die with us. And there ends the pain of memories. They no more haunt us. They no more make us cry, because that one day, the hear finally rests, and so does our bodies, taking away all the memories that were trapped inside the depths of it.

Upasana Sarbajna
I am Upasana. I am from Kolkata. I am a student of Mass Communication and Journalism. I am a content writer and I write on different genres. Writing has been my passion from a very young age, and English has been one of my favourite subjects always. English stories, short stories, novels, dramas have always been my field of interest. And further, I would want to get an opportunity in the advertising field as a content creator.

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