Dear memory...


My sweet sweet all the memories, you are always with me all the time, I remember all the lovely moments of my childhood, I had spent with my  father mother grandparents, my uncle aunts in my home town, the marriage of my uncle's and playing with my cousins in my childhood,

I remember the day to day incidents of my school, I use to be a very naughty child and had hurt my mother she had rushed me to hospitals many times.


I remember the days of my hospitalisation when I was eight years old I had two operations, there was no hope of my survival, I was for around three months in the hospital,

My mother was beside me during that period she had to rush to home too, we had migrated from amritsar so no relatives were there, but the neighbours during those days were very helpful,

I remember the days of my father's hospitalization too,


Memories are always in your heart even if you grow up or till your last breathe, 

Good or bad memories stay with you,

You can't throw them out, isn't it...