Its the memories we made along the way, its the words we recited to one another's ears, its the whispers that fell in the sheltering comfort. Its that what remains, all else turns to a blur...

Those years as they try to speak and their memories part the lips, suddenly there runs a feeling so strange, where resistance and surrender arise, as I walk down the trails.

To return to the places we once ran away from is not to repossess what we once had, but to restore oneself in the revisitation of the past.It is a momentous meeting with all those yesteryears.

Leaving the memories behind, I am nobody. Carrying them with me, I am somebody. In honor of the forgotten past, I pen the verses of my heart. I arise with the sound of my soul. I arise to write my history on every page. I arise to pay off my debt. I arise to open my arms to this breaking dawn.

Life, while it breaks one bud to blossom, it crushes another. One smile springs, while another dies. Such is the melody of life...……..Jayita Bhattacharjee

Your memories are embedded in the Seashells of Yesterdays...

We never truly say Goodbye to the oneswe walked with, in the yesteryears of our lives.