So before i start i just wanted to say i have been meaning to write something but i just  couldn’t decide about what…….. So as  i was thinking about the title  suddenly the room filled with light and from that light an angel appeared and answers to all of my prayers…..  😉 :p :p Yeah yeah  okay…. Nothing happened like that.

Actually my soul mate, ladylove suggested to write  about “memories” . You can follow her on WordPress  her blog name is FOOD WARDROBE. Again a question of  which one ???

Then, Yesterday  I was going through my Facebook account and there i  hit upon this post saying “few English words that should be used more frequently”  so  having love for literature and being always willing to learn new words i came across with the word SILLAGE which means “the trail that lingers in the air” and there are so many memories that we just couldn’t forget… The memory of loving someone, loosing someone, your first job, first day of college, graduation day, first hiking experience (in my bucket list) , or just a crazy day with friends. 184

All these experiences we ever had turns in to a memory. Which even after so many years manage to bring  a smile on out face.

Memories are weird… They are just like that box of chocolate which once opened cannot be closed until the very last piece of chocolate is finished..

They led you from one memory to another and leaves you in a awe!!!

And whenever you are alone these memories are always with you and makes you realize that you  had a life that was worth remembering….

PS : Aashna Sahni this one is for you and to all the readers drop your memories in comment box.


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