Picture perfect

Many people rely a lot on photographs to keep memories alive- some people go a step ahead and display all of them too. I personally know a few people whose houses look like photo galleries- photos every where- on walls, table tops, refridgerators doors and so on. Photo frame makers earn their bread and butter thanks to all these wonderful folks.

I don't mean to sound sarcastic. I am myself a photograph person- I love clicking pictures and my Sony cam is my constant companion wherever I go- so much so that my colleaugues have christened me the "official photographer" of our team.

But I still feel that the most special memories are the ones which are in us... No video- no photograph- no written account- nothing. Just a memory inside us. All the best moments in my life till now have, for different reasons, no photographs to remind me of them. And yet each of those moments is still fresh in my heart.

The time when my sister was born and she smiled at me...
The time when I flew off a hundred rupee note making an aeroplane out of it- at the time a hundred was a lot of money- and I was expecting mom to shout and as she loooked at my scared innocent face- she just hugged me...
The time when my dog died and I went into the graveyard behind our house at 11 o'clock at night because I was missing him...

And so many more... I don't have any pictures to display for these moments. In fact- the words that I used to mention them above don't even express a small percentage of what those moments were actually like.

"Don't let the memory lose its soul by putting it in physical frames... "

Amen...