All my memories still smell of you.

That's what life is for: warm friendships, memorable moments, and beautiful words.

There is a proverbial ecstasy in the way we yearn for memories of bygone days!

The memories come backlike the rainbow after the rainwith all the hues and shades of colorand an unending trainthe bougainvillea tree nearby my parents house where I grew updid not ask me my nameshe embraced me as she had donein my schooldays in every way the samethe little squirrel just nowtip-toed down the lanelooking at the spectacleunfolding in the rainafter all these yearsI have come back to my parents homethe clouds have different shapesbut the air smells the same ...

Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.

Seeing old photographs, we get enamored by the memories we made which will keep tugging at our heart-strings forever and ever...

Today I bumped into you again. You seemed like that flower long forgotten in the old diary.

The flames of our memories keep us alive!