“And then with time all we are left with are memories, memories of everything we ever experienced in past, memories of uncountable friends and memories of number reducing to a few, them the memories of increasing distance between the few left friends to then walking alone on the lonely paths of life…. It’s said priorities are all that matter, but time never let us priorities, we just try to cope up with the memories in our past and forget that our present is waiting, we realize, we do realize that but at the time when present is standing at the door step of past ready to become yet another memory.”
WHISPER OF THOUGHTS 