Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Pool Of Memories...

Going through my Gmail account today...I thought of clearing the unwanted stuff lying in its various folders...
And so I started with my inbox..."5003" yet unread mails...may have been important or rubbish, I had no idea and reading all required tons of my time...So I pressed the "Select all" button... (For this I heartily would thank the Gmail team)...and then the delete button...But wait...It wasn't yet deleted permanently...It went into trash...This made me halt for a while...
Isn't our lives like our Gmail account...Even if someone gets deleted or we delete them intentionally, the memories of their existence remains inside us...They still occupy that small space in our hearts even though we may be unaware of their existence ....

Oops..!!!...Shortage of time…Philosophy some other time!!

I moved forward to the sent mail folder...Gosh!!! a 3145 mails send...Felt like an achievement( because i don't often use it!!!)...I started having a look at them...The forwarded mails, personal mails, mails to people really close to heart, professional mails...and various other mails send...and today, gathering all the courage in me I decided to delete all those lovely and precious mails...or should I say the precious memories...

Making me nostalgic...various memories kept creeping in me...The memories of my past...my present...all holding a precious place in my heart...Wish could gather them all forever…but lack of space both in life and the account doesn’t permits me doing so…

There on i moved forward to the Chat folder...now this was the turning point of my day...because now i came to the place where i shared my life with my friends and dear ones...deleting those would be like deleting my life...deleting the memories…deleting the moments of joy and sorrow I shared with them…

At that very moment an inner voice approached me, “am I being rational in deleting these mails because they are the precious memories of my life, shared with my loved ones…!”
 The continuous thoughts like these stopped me from deleting the mails further, I signed out…leaving myself into a pool of memories…

Each day of our lives, every activity that we perform, in some way brings back the memories associated with them, whether we like it or not, but these memories will stay with us and even after us…