Things get modified as days pass and we are just the mute spectators .some appreciate, some complain but who cares? A day comes when we feel the essence of those primitive things, which got buried deep in our huge memory, what we call today recycle bin. No one cares the recycle bin which contains those items which had played indispensable role in fabricating our past. Our life is not having a different story, it’s the same recycle bin theory i.e. get rid of past, delete the memories and feed the same with a new one. I don’t say its wrong, but why don’t we try to expand our memory which can engulf those old memories as well the new dazzling stuffs. The reality is the fear factor; question arises, can we load every thing in this mini brain compartment, will not it blast leading to a huge destruction. We can but we don’t. If we think we can, it gets done.
This expansion theory is not for the sake of writing but it signifies a cause i.e. not to forget those relations, those bonds those traditions ,that old culture and the most important ,the love which existed in those days. If one cant cherish ,at least one can preserve that. for the respect for those waves which were the reasons for the beats of this heart when it was in its nascent stage, which made this heart elastic and durable, sensitive to situations. Now when everything done ,is it fair to neglect those dreams ,those faces, those days and those moments .
Expand your heart and feel the magic of relations, I m sure everything will be visible to you, not in the form of garbage ;only flowers and flowers, spreading happiness and a charming life ahead.