PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY
My memory is more indelible than ink."You're blessed with a good memory" is a compliment for many but at times, having a strong memory is a curse. No matter how hard you try to forget some memories, they are like a dagger to the heart, reopening wounds we thought had healed. I don't carry a grudge but I have a functioning memory and can never forget those who go out of their way to help or harm me. Childhood memories are like airplane luggage; no matter how far I'm travelling or how long I need them to last, I'm only allowed a few bags holding a few hazy recollections—lullaby in my mother's lap, being pushed on a swing set, the way it felt to be picked up and spun around, buying my dream doll, getting first prize, securing highest marks, playing hide and seek, wearing a new dress etc When I look back in life, I realize that I don't have many pictures with my favourite people. Maybe because I was busy storing memories in my heart than in a 128 GB de...