The lost Memory

The Lost Memories

Hey everyone!

This is my first writing. And I hope you will enjoy reading it.
I always wanted to write something from the time I came to know about Express English.
But, I had no idea what to write about. I tried many times to write about something, even I got many topics but couldn’t express well. But one day! I was thinking about social sites and then I got this idea, actually it’s a real life incidence and it’s kind of funny.
It’s a long story that I will try to express in short.
So, the story starts with a facebook request.

Last year I got a facebook request from someone unknown. I checked the notification and read his name and checked his profile picture too. He was looking familiar but his name was new to me. I was very sure that he was a stranger. Also we had no mutual friends. So, I just ignored him for that moment and logged out from facebook with a question in my mind, and the question was….”Why he looks familiar??” But my brain won over my heart and I ignored this question.

Later- after some days
I logged again into my account to check the news feed and new notifications. I saw him again and for a moment I decided to text him to ask who is he, but stopped, I don’t know why! And logged out ignoring his pending request again. Days, weeks and months passed in this way and I did not accept his request. Even he never texted me anything in this whole time. But god never wanted to end this story here.

One day I was using WhatsApp. To my surprise I was added in a group with many numbers. All the numbers were new to me. There were 10 members including me. They all shouted my name and I was in surprise. “Who are these people?” Soon I realized they all were my 10 year long lost friends and it was a get together on What’sApp. I was feeling sooooooo happppppppyyyyyyyy!!!! That I found all my childhood friends that day. I had lost all of them because I had to change my school and I got busy in my life with all the memories of past.
It was a great surprise.
I started saving their numbers and I stopped at a name. I checked his profile picture and he was the same guy from facebook.
I was confused. I remembered all of them but not him. Was he in my batch? Why I don’t remember his name?
All these questions were dancing in my head. So, finally I texted him personally.
I asked him all the questions and I was saying to him, No! you were not in our batch. How come I don’t remember you?
Then he told about everything that he knew about me in the school. He was trying to give proofs but I was feeling like a fool. How can this happen? How can I forget someone?
He told me to check the group picture of our class and his location in the picture. I searched for my old things and saw the picture and yes! He was there but he has changed very much. He told me that he was very shy and never talked to me in the class and had joined in the last year that I spent with all them.
But there were many others who had joined that year. I remembered all of them then why not him??
We met after ten years after that photograph was clicked and I have only one memory of him being in my batch…The group photograph…
I scraped my past many times and till today I can’t remember anything about him. But he says we were together for a year. He is right…We were.

Now, I am making new memories with my friend. He lives in another city now. We haven’t met yet outside internet. He has promised to come to my city . We both are waiting to see each other. We are best friends now. He sometimes teases me that I forgot him but then laughs and says it’s OK. Don’t worry .When he says this I try to remember that year again but fail again and again.
I wish that my memories come back someday.
Will they!?!?

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  1. Too Good! Impressive writing! The must quality which a writing has, that is - reader postpones everything which comes during reading with a determination that let me first finish it I cant divert my eyes!! That is there in your superb first writing. You must write more articles!!
    Cyclone ~

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  2. And as far as this memory is concerned then as per my understanding when we like something very much and fail to attempt to go to it... Like a thought that gives oh! It wont ever happen! That time we just trash that thought in our mind, specially it happens in childhood. So all those trashed memories fades away soon and you wont be able to recollect as time passes.
    In your case my guess is...

    You had seen this guy in your batch who was shy and never talked to you.. That time you might have noticed that only he never spoke. And so he was in your thought. And even you would have been shy during those days.. You would have waited that some day he too would talk. But it never happened so you just trashed this desire and moved on. Now you can just recall his face seeing that photo but not that trashed memories..

    I would suggest you to trash this worry about thinking why you don't remember, too.. And move on with new memories and desires!!

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  3. I don't know why but your writing has called to my mind well-known song "Memory" written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Trevor Nunn . Let me cite the words of it:):

    Memory

    Midnight,
    Not a sound from the pavement.
    Has the moon lost her memory?
    She is smiling alone.
    In the lamp light the withered leaves
    collect at my feet.
    And the wind begins to moan.

    Memory!
    All alone in the moonlight
    I can dream of the old days,
    Life was beautiful then.
    I remember the time I knew what happiness was,
    Let the memory live again.

    Every street lamp seems to beat
    a fatalistic warning.
    Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters
    and soon it will be morning.

    Daylight
    I must wait for the sunrise,
    I must think of a new life
    And I mustn't give in.
    When the dawn comes
    tonight will be a memory too
    And a new day will begin.

    Burnt out ends of smoky days,
    the still cold smell of morning.
    A street lamp dies,
    another night is over,
    another day is dawning.

    Touch me.
    It's so easy to leave me
    All alone with the memory
    Of my days in the sun.
    If you touch me
    you'll understand what happiness is.
    Look - a new day has begun.

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  4. Very familiar situation for me. I have changed 4 schools, were in many summer camps for kids and teens, etc etc. I know i have good memory on faces but sometimes its like games memory plays: when you remember some unimportant details but dont remember main things, people..

    And as i have very good memory on faces i often meet someone familiar, i am totally sure we have met before. But... who? When? Why?

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