|Innaya|
Memories are terrible. Memories of the person who is no longer with you are like a slow poison. They corrode you from the within, slowly affecting you, consuming you only to leave you like an empty shell. They remind you of the happy times you once had. They remind you of the loss you suffered. They remind you of the bad times and leave you saddened.
The memories crawl in your mind and occupy your whole being. It takes you back to the time when things were too good to be true. Furthermore, it takes you to reality. A harsh reality- where there is no chance of feeling those moments that had turned into memories.
Despite not wanting to think about grandpa's memories, I could not stop myself. With the new changes in my life, there had been a point when I had not missed grandpa like I used to. When Eshan had gone missing from my life, all my thoughts revolved around him only.
