Memories- kuch pal

Mostly we don't remember the date.
We remember the memories

Every man's memory is his private literature. It is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward It's surprising to know how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the times. Some times I wish we could bottle our glorious moments, preserve them such that times that we are down and depressed, we could pour them in a glass and drink, reliving the glorious moments and rekindling our spirit. Hmmm, "can I have your day?"  You know, those days that seem just perfect you want access to them whenever the need arises. 
Memory is a child walking along a seashore.  You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. No one ever knows when a person you meet occasionally suddenly becomes a part of your life whom you remember each and every moment. It all happens and only then you realize how important that person is for you. That person becomes a sweet memory to be treasured for a lifetime. We may have different memories some maybe good or bad but the advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time. It captures every laughters and every teardrops, just so you know; it is never been missed out. So enjoy everyday and make a new memory.