Memories. What if we never forget memories. Every place we lived, every parking we parked our car, every shop we walked into, every password we created. What if everything is present in our mind, alive and fresh?
Cluttered. Clogged. Calustrophobic.
As I began to pack my stuff, leaving Jaipur home, I looked into several artefacts and dropped them, leaving it wherever they're. I've begun choosing to not take everything with me. I've begun choosing to leave. In the past, I was always excited to hoard things and relive and recall the memories. Though sweet, I chose to leave them as I felt to leave them. Sometimes, leaving the best and sweet memories, seems to be the way of life.