Remember the time ?

During the day, I find myself thinking about the days gone by. I compare. I reflect. I wish. I regret. Why do I have so many memories? And why do I keep going back to them?

Someone recently told me that 'Nostalgia' is an exaggerated recollection of past events. Later that day I thought about it.

I realized that events that were not so significant when they actually appeared, may seem earth shattering now. Emotions that were under control then, may boil over now. Good people become super people, bad people become really nasty villains.

Then a part of me begged to differ. I remembered breaking down on the last of my Internship in college. That was real. As was the Oath Ceremony.

I remembered when I had said goodbye to someone, never to see that person again. The hurt was real. The day I got my first salary. The pride was real.

The relief when my MDS exam was over. The first day of the new job. Thrill. Excitement. Nervousness. Yes I had felt it all. Just the way I remember now.Not exaggerated.

I remembered a thousand other things. Overwhelming. But welcome.

Memories are wonderful. I like them more than dreams. Memories are real. Believable. Possible. They are also a reality check. Warnings. "Go slow on this corner.You tore your ligament on this turn, remember ? "

Maybe I look back at the yesteryears because life isn't as emotionally topsy-turvy now. Maybe it will never be.

But my memories will live on. Undiminished, unabated. And on and on and on...

What about you?