Memoirs..

The spice of life. The wonders that belong… Memoirs.
Its amazing that the most unusual things leave long lasting impressions on your mind. Consciously you may detest it and yet oh so so unconsciously you might be addicted to it. Something similar is my addiction to Memoirs. I’m sitting in a hospital right now. Recovering from dengue. I have been admitted here for like 2 weeks and the room that I have been allotted is awesome. At this point right now, its my last day in this room…probably 8 more hours to go and then I’ll be out of here. Any normal person would’ve been more than happy to go back.. but it’s a different feeling here.. it feels that m gonna lose a part of me … a part of my life that I have lived freely… Maybe this room gave me the ultimate freedom.. it was my run away room. Where I had excuse for everything. Where I could hide and prolong the decisions of my life forever… and in the process of prolonging I had actually forgotten that real life actually existed.
One thing I have realized something about these memoirs that the most ugly and bitter experiences become the best memoirs.. I mean in the beginning they are very ugly .. u always wonder once that why did it have to happen to you. Later you realize.. you got someone to blame.. !!
Finally your luck asks you, “Did I disappoint you? Leave a bad taste in your mouth?”
And you are left with no answer, just left gaping at the awesomeness of the fact that you could derive the best of the feelings from such experiences.
“I see the motives inside… decisions to hide....”
Salute!!