No memories

I am a year older than being thirty. Have had a wonderful life. Regrets? yes plenty. I am not sure what is it that I would like to keep in my life same as it has been, had  I am given another chance. But I think I have enjoyed these regrets or I just say it for the sake of not hurting people who have been part of these memories that has now being christened as regret.

The truth is I have no memory. The last thirty years is no memory to me at all. Sometimes, I really need to make myself sit and dig deep into the past to excavate something out of the pandora box. I often fail at the task though. There will be glimpses of images here and there but for most part no proper memories, just the repercussions of them that I hold very dear to me because they have formed the real me.

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