What am I supposed to do with the memories?
Tell me something. What happens to the big box of memories that people leave with you when they go? Why is it that the one who causes the pain in the first place gets to leave with simply a pouch of memories while you are left with a heavy suitcase and that too without wheels! Isn't it super hard to carry it along with you wherever you go? I carry my suitcase everywhere- while I am bathing, while I walk towards the metro station, while I take the stairs to my office, while I am in a coffee shop. It is so god damn heavy. I am never without my big bag of memories. The ones that you left me. The one with which you have nothing to do. Sometimes it makes me wonder, if you were even there with me in that moment. Or was I simply imagining things. Were you really there? Or did you take pity on me because I was a damsel in distress in your eyes? Did you say yes to dropping me back home because you really did care about me or was it something you would have done for anybody? Am I a fo...