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Memories and Future. Two brilliant concepts. Who came up with them? Two constant companions separated by you at every moment in time. Isn’t that amazing? One doesn’t exist without the other and neither exists without you. One always behind you and the other always ahead of you. One ever so familiar and the other a complete stranger. If life is a landscape covered with freshly fallen snow, future is the vast, pristine blanket of snow ahead of you like a blank canvas. You don’t know Continue reading →

“Hey” “Hi. Who are you? What are you doing here?” “Relax. I am a friend. My name is Amy.” “Hi, Amy. I am Zubaida, but everyone calls me Zee.” “I know, Zee. I have always been around you.” “What do you mean, Amy? What are you doing here?” “I was born here. I have always been here.” “I don’t understand.” “I know. Forget about me. You tell me what are you doing here? You don’t seem like you belong here.” “What do you mean by Continue reading →