How do we categorise a memory into shelves of good or bad, happy or painful? Memories are just few episodes of our lives, a few selective moments that we treasure more than the others.
Memories shape and define our decisions in many ways.
They are like songs in our playlist. Some are on repeat for days, while others are never played, just locked and buried deep inside.
I have often wondered whether two people sharing the same present, remember the moment in the same way?
They are like photographs stored in our gallery, narrating a story, a timeline.
The question is also how long can we feed on a memory, before it becomes stale?
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