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If I were ever given a chance to set something from the past right, I always wonder what it would be!

Life deceives our designs, we may try to act smart but do we get to change everything which we think we can.

As we grow, we grow in terms of experiences which later remain with us in the form of memories and we carefully try to keep the good memories and try to obliterate the bitter ones. But, the rotten stench of bitter events no matter how well layered never completely allow us to be what we think we can be. There are like thousand voices playing and replaying bits of distorted events in our head, you can hush those voices but they always find ways to resurface.

As I hug my coffee mug and let it's aroma linger in my memory, I see it all. My life slowly slipping away from my hands in the form of days that gave away to months, months that turned into years and years altogether boasting of a life which has layered my past. There are so many things that I want to set right, if only I knew which weighed the most. But, no matter how many chances I am given, would I be able to set everything alright?

No matter how much I try or think about it but I have no control left over that part of life which has taken shape as a story and stories once born, never die.
Here I stand, recollecting those fond memories of bygone days when my heavy school bag wasn't heavy enough to pull down my spirit , the odd stump of crayons were enough to colour my dreams, broken pencils could always be made useful and uniforms had pride attached. But, when did I actually stop relating to these stuff, I don't even remember.

While life continues to roll in its jittery sway, I still am to figure out everything that life can hold.

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