Well, the Clock is ticking.

The Clock is ticking, and life is a clock which keeps on ticking and collecting in its fold a bunch of memories. Through this blog I would like to share with my readers a page from my diary, my life.

Life for me has never been defined by mere length or breadth. Life has been shaped and defined by the choices I made and the people along whom I made those choices. Sometimes even the people I chose not to share my life with also defined me and my life.

In life we meet people of all kinds and make. Some leave everlasting impressions on you, redefining you every inch of the way, constantly and dynamically. But not all impressions might be positive or negative for that matter. Some memories you would hold dear to heart, some you would want to get rid of. No matter good or bad, these become an integral part of your life.

Strange, for me has been the concept of ‘Memory’. For a memory could be anything, a concept which took birth in your thought, a thought which was conceptualized, a cue, a fantasy, a hint, an image, an event, a fact, a picture, a thing, a representation, suggestion, vision, so on and so forth.. Yet most of us, we classify memories emotionally. Memories that made us happy, angry, embarrassed, nostalgic, sad, peaceful, experienced etc.

The best thing about memories and Life is that the clock keeps on ticking. Some times with you and otherwise without you, however one thing is for sure, the show goes on. The best thing one could do is to share the memories and experience with others so that those memories live as long as possible through others, and we shall live through them as long as the memory survives.