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One way or another, we all want to be remembered. We might not really think much about it but deep down we want someone to remember our smile, our laugh, our sadness, our handwriting, the way we walk, the way we talk and all our corny and weird habits. We want to be alive in someone's memories because life sometimes is about being alive in people's memories.

The thing about memories however is that they are as fickle as life . Memories fade. We forget people, places and things. Mostly we feel bad about forgetting people even though we all know perfect memory is not something everyone is blessed with.

I think the brain sorts out what matters to us at any one point in life depending on the state of our daily lives. It keeps alive the beautiful moments and sometimes it hides the trauma to protect us from pain. It is all boggling at times; we don't remember that we remember and we know that we have forgotten something which we can't remember. Who the hell knows how the entire brain works anyway? It is a tad crazy don't you think?

This memory thing has had me on roll mostly because I have been thinking of what to write about for the better part of this year. I want to write something raw, something beautiful and something different. And what something better to indulge in than writing about people.

I am not going to write about random people here and there but I am going to write about people who have been in my life and who are still in my life. I am going to write about my friends and the people I have come to interact with over the years. While my good memory serves me, I want to remember them with my words. This might take writing about certain parts of my life I don't like talking about but I am going to do it anyway . Who is to say I will remember them years to come? Who is to say that our conversations will be the same as they were if we ever meet? Who is to say I will ever see these people again? So yes, I will write about these people as I remember them.

I am not going to tell them. I am not going to ask them about particular details and neither will I use their names. I will use unique identifiers that relate to them. Whether they will recognize themselves is totally up to them. Well, that is if they will ever read this blog😂😂.

So stay tuned.🤗 May be........Just may be, your story will be here.

The first story comes next week!!

Much love
Truddie💕💕

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