Hashin Jithu
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read

I have always lived under this impression that we have sweet memories because we were able to forget the bitter ones.

Of course, some of the bitter ones come back to bite us, but the blissfulness we attach to our fond memories occur because we are able to shake off the mundane details that take out the uniqueness out of them.

I know there are moments I need to relive, but along with, I do know that what preceded or succeeded them almost never fails to take out the beauty. Memories, just like wine acquire their distinction because of the conditions in which they are kept, not just how long we keep them underground.

This isn’t a show stopper claim that I’m a maverick saint who have won over the worldly desires to travel on a time machine. Quite to the contrary, I have invested a lot of time romanticising about such an endeavour.

Just that I am convinced about them ruining my memories forever. For me, memories aren’t just the impressions from the past, but how they have matured with me growing up. I wouldn’t want to touch them.

Perhaps, I will travel to Pluto instead! ;)

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Hashin Jithu

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