Memories lasts forever… I believe this is the most saddest but at the same time the most happiest thing too. I believe in this because I know it is true and it has a lot of meaning to me. Memories have a very short shelf life and, if not preserved carefully and honestly, they perish or change in meanings and substance, changing color like a stale fruit. Only a few lucky people live on in history otherwise, most of us perish with the second generation. Memories by themselves are not necessarily the route to immortality, but memories, if collected and presented honestly, comprise real-time history, reflecting culture and acting as a thread that connects the past with the present and helping us to anticipate the future to a limited extent. I have a firm belief that every one of us is send to this world with some purpose and design and each one of us plays our part in molding history and influencing some lives. Every one of us has his or her circle of influence and helps shape the environment and circumstances around him or her in small and big ways, depending on the task assigned to him or her by Nature.
