Can you memorise something that never happened?I know I will have many ‘NOs’ as an answer.We generally memorise the concious things or see the things actually happened ,So why am I writing this?I am writing it to the unconscious part of the mine, where some memories lies, hiding from me …they exist, they surely do!But never want to confront me or or rather say I do not want to confront them.

Sometimes I feel,Life is a two sided story one from the perspective of mind,the logical one ,with proper stand which believes in revenge ,to fight back ,tit for tat philosophy you know! It finds argument in each thing ,hardly believe things, retaliates ,while other side story is all about the heart, the defender one, pure divine, seeks the positive reason for everything,  believes in idea to letting go the things and retain the people!The story which we pip more upon, look more into ,the story strengthens!There is a constant switch, altercations and that's how life goes on…. How was it all relevant to the title?

 It is,for sure it is in order to give the context…….As I chose to read the first part,in this matter ,So consciously the 'love'(the typical one )never ever happened and I am unaware about the unconscious part.There were retalition, constant turmoil, deep introspection, The heart tried to peep in,I defied.

 Isn't this life all about speculation? I feel that the imagination about the ‘imposter’ is much more beautiful than reality, there must be the people who find it argumentative ,yet unapologetically I do recollect the phase that never happened,how beautiful is it to memorize it ,as a dream !

An ode on the verge of completion seems more beautiful the completed one, because it remains free from the pressure of having a beautiful ,lucrative ending, Reality hurts, it really hurts, It hurts to the core, I heard ,I felt…Isn't it beautiful to pen down something that never happened ,without actually feeling the pain deep down, I felt ,I wrote maybe there is no aroma of reality ,it is not as soulful as the real one yet deep inside it is filled with the tranquillity and addictive imagination.

   And as the soul never dies,I will steal experience ,some moments and some feelings from the last life to remember you.. You should be there, at another end as we are never meant to meet ,But i will keep cherishing you from far away, I will wait always to meet you without actually meeting you . I will like to feel you,without actually feeling you. I would imagine you to the core one moment, at the other moment I will vanish your existence forever.Yet whenever I will be  given a chance I will choose to remember you, memorize you and recollect you but would never fall for you.