Memory and Relationship

By Kashif Ali

These relationships should never be handled with carelessness. We think our ego supersedes everything and what we do not realize is that we are putting ourselves in ashes and when we will regret one day and will turn back to check what have we lost and then there will be heap of ash and nothing else.

A relationship is a perfect similitude of a glass, if broken then it can never attain its original form. Those little sharp pieces can be joined by some glue but the feeling of breaking does not go away ever. Do not fly by your ego, vanity is a poison and it gives nothing but death of emotions and passions of heart and soul.

Time is something which can not be ceased. Clocks can't be stopped. Days and moments will never come back. Growth, either physical or mental or emotional, is never on hold. Memory is all that an individual eventually finds left behind. A memory can be sweet, comprising of moments we shared with our dear ones, some laughter, many caring faces and cute smiles come in to mind and make us happy even in our pensive mood or it can be full of grief and pathos. I always wondered why people frequently go to graveyards to see their beloved underneath abundance of dust. What does pull them? Yeah, the memory pulls them out of their home, offices, restaurants etc and forces them to go there where a grave is indicating that someone you loved is under me, I am holding that person and I am a symbol of your beloved one. Though, you're weeping and sighing but it is not useless; your beloved can hear it and does hear it and see it all. If it is not true then you would not be here for just focusing your eyes on a cross and an old grave.

I still remember my grandma's love and care; affection and favors even after 15 years since she died. I was hardly 12 years old;I do not even remember her face correctly, but i do remember all my naughtiness and her love in response, whenever I found myself in trouble of domestic /outside nature, her helping me out and what else the loving smile and the excitement she instantly had on her face whenever she used to see me and always giving me a hug. These are all memories , which make me realize that there was someone who cared for you , loved you , helped you and occupy a firm place in your heart even today. This is the sole reason of all the tears I have on my face, rolling down briskly on to my cheeks, my heart feels the pain, my mind experiences the agony but this mere "memory" of my grandmother makes me cheerful and I strongly feel that she still loves me and cares for me; it does not matter that she is now dead, and it does not matter that I am standing before her grave.

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