Ripples Of Memories

That makes you smile widely;

That nourishes you with instant feel-good goosebumps;

That pushes you to sail through the rough tides;

That directs you rightly through the strong winds;

That nudges you to live the present moment to the fullest; for they become the future's cherishable past;

That inspires you to imprint impactful footprints in the world;

That blesses you with hopeful paths in the clueless, unexpected destinations of life;

That makes the life worth cherishing forever💝

That is THE everlasting, cherishable "Memories"!



Whenever I fall into any kind of pit,  it is my dearest Appa's soothing powerful words from the memory archive, that helps me to raise up and stand tall.

"Always remember, There is more to life than just few ritualistic events, Gargi! Life is not just about some milestones, infact life is hidden in those smallest cherishable moments!"

"Come what may, facing life boldly with our fullest capable energy is what makes living interesting and worthwhile. Life is beautiful, Gargi, Cheerup, Cheerup!! Get up, let's go for a walk in fresh air!"

These unforgettable memories stir up profound ripples of questions to move forward dynamically:

What memory do we want to leave behind on our departure from this world?

What do we want our loved ones to remember us for?

And most importantly what do we want this world to remember us for? 


Yours Soulfully,
Gargi SMARam 💫

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