“Memories behave in a crazy way; they leave you alone when you are in the crowd and when you are alone they stand around you like a crowd.”
How very true isn’t it? I find myself surronded by these ghosts all the time, sometimes they good and generous but at the other times really scary and sad. How does one deal with them? But then should one deal with them? Good or bad they have been a part of our life… and will I not feel very hollow and empty if I don’t have them. My memories are my treasue, my memories are something which I gaurd like a soldier at the front guarding the country. But then ifI love them so much then where do they vanish when I am with others.
Strange isn’t it?