Going through my
Gmail account today...I thought of clearing the unwanted stuff lying in its
various folders...
And so I started
with my inbox..."5003" yet unread mails...may have been important or
rubbish, I had no idea and reading all required tons of my time...So I pressed
the "Select all" button... (For this I heartily would thank the Gmail team)...and then the delete button...But wait...It wasn't yet deleted
permanently...It went into trash...This made me halt for a while...
Isn't our lives
like our Gmail account...Even if someone gets deleted or we delete them intentionally,
the memories of their existence remains inside us...They still occupy that
small space in our hearts even though we may be unaware of their existence ....
Oops..!!!...Shortage
of time…Philosophy some other time!!
I moved forward to
the sent mail folder...Gosh!!! a 3145 mails send...Felt like an achievement(
because i don't often use it!!!)...I started having a look at them...The
forwarded mails, personal mails, mails to people really close to heart, professional
mails...and various other mails send...and today, gathering all the courage in
me I decided to delete all those lovely and precious mails...or should I say
the precious memories...
Making me
nostalgic...various memories kept creeping in me...The memories of my past...my
present...all holding a precious place in my heart...Wish could gather them all
forever…but lack of space both in life and the account doesn’t permits me doing
so…
There on i moved
forward to the Chat folder...now this was the turning point of my day...because
now i came to the place where i shared my life with my friends and dear
ones...deleting those would be like deleting my life...deleting the memories…deleting
the moments of joy and sorrow I shared with them…
At that very
moment an inner voice approached me, “am I being rational in deleting these
mails because they are the precious memories of my life, shared with my
loved ones…!”
The continuous thoughts like these stopped me from deleting the
mails further, I signed out…leaving myself into a pool of memories…
Each day of our
lives, every activity that we perform, in some way brings back the memories
associated with them, whether we like it or not, but these memories will stay
with us and even after us…
