Random thoughts : On Life

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Take a piece of paper and scribble something on it with a pencil. Nothing substantial just 2-3 lines is enough. Now erase it completely. Do you see the light marks of your writing on the paper despite all the attempts at clearing it all? 

That paper is human mind. And those marks are memories. It is easy to say forgive and forget. But it's only we who know how painfully difficult it is to let go of it all completely. However much we try that paper can never become like before - blank,plain waiting to be written upon... waiting to hold those words close to its heart and cherish them.

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