MEMORY

Memory is a torn piece of paper, sometimes we remember the words which were lost from the paper; sometimes we lose ourselves in search of the lost piece; sometimes we share; sometimes we hide that piece from everyone’s notice. The words, action, dance, music, laughter, tears, anger, envy, betrayal, everything makes emotions but it remains as a memory, some as the sweetness in taste buds and some as a scar on the face. The best thing about the memory is it reminds you as a snooze alarm that wakes you from sleep, decreases the speed of the driver, makes you laugh in a group, and weep alone.

Scientifically speaking four main parts of the brain are involved in memory Amygdala – fear and fear memories, Hippocampus – declarative, episodic, and recognition memory, Cerebellum- procedural memories, and the Pre-frontal cortex – remembering semantic tasks. But in case, it’s the person the damn person whom we love, hate, admire, inspire, fight, or share everything has a greater impact on your memory, it doesn’t get stored in the brain it remains in use as a part of our life it implicates everything we do, we don’t need stimuli to recognize or remember it’s like digestive juice digesting the food which our body doesn’t accept, it hates but it does (so-called process an infinite loop).

Have you ever always remembered some stuff in your life where you blush for that butterfly, laugh for the silliness, regretted the anger, sad for the opportunity you either lost or not tried, bliss for your sweet shame in a group, pain for your loss, and amnesia after the drink (where your friends remind in a device captured)?

The answer from my side is “Hell yeah! I do remember all the time….. my first crush, a dramatic touch with her hand, my first stage talk and the audience clap, my fight with a friend, my first proposal and its a rejection, some painful deaths, my first cricket bat, my punishment with the friend with whom I love to stand outside, a secret trip, new year celebration in the street, some award moments, standing as a class leader with funny names on board, a lunch fight, cycle travels, first appreciation from a girl and many more things (some cannot be exposed)…… ”

A psychological study shows that the emotional experiences trigger to release the of neurotransmitters, as well as hormones with a strong memory. A strong memory perhaps it’s the weak point for most of us. Sometimes we like to suffer amnesia, dementia, etc. cause of that strong memory.

Keeping the science away, we personally (perhaps ‘me’) know something about ourselves which we hide from the eyes of the world sometimes it reflects when you face the mirror, maybe whom we love to see ourselves or hate to be. Always we have deep conversations with our alter, where he grim with our thoughts and words cause he has a “memory” which we forget and hate but he would never. He reminds you what you are and what your thoughts are made of in form of tears sometimes, fears sometimes, and death sometimes. Every person owes two minds, the white whom we show to the world and the black only he (the inner guy) knows. We can be either on the side of white or black but not grey.

Memory is a poetic nexus between two minds, a dream when you are conscious, a hallucination when you fear, and a drug that reminds the past. We either become addicted or hate ourselves. A sweet painful orgasm “memory”.

NOTE TO MY READERS

I hope you guys would have relived some memory in front of your eyes and sorry if I have recalled your bad, sad past. The question is do we live the memory throughout our life? Some we long to stay and some to be strayed from the path.

The story is something which I narrated myself for a long time and now I decided to define it with the words, I don’t want to disclose the plot but the genre I would like to say, a sci-fi thriller subject. I fictionalized the story to be happening in the future and I think would entertain you and carry your time.