post it

post it notes...just thought of this the other day..when i was in medical school i wud frequently leave a little post it note on a friend's door just to say have a lovely day or to leave a little message or to wish them luck on an exam..and then when we moved to New York my room mate and i used it as a means to comminicate when she worked nights and i was doing days ..i wud frequently find a note on the refrigerator or the kitchen shelf...after she moved out..it became "just a memory" and then the other day a friend left a note on my laptop when i fell asleep talking to her and it brought back memories...

immigrants' story

leaving behind all that they called their own carrying nothing but dreams and holding on to memories that'll never fade.But as time passes, they learn to live a life that is unreal from time to time revisiting the past hey had left behind and still moving on hoping someday reality will bridge the gap.Not realising that with every moment the space expands and the memories fade ...that nothing will ever be the same again.
relentless is destiny, it never forgives, it never forgets...