When you realize that you are about to leave a place, a place that has many many memories associated with it - the tree under which you waited for a friend, the coffee shop you frequent, the tiny triangle which looks splendid in fall, the window where you watched the snow fall, the lights that lit up your way on that teary eyed walk back home....
there is that sudden need and urge to memorize everything, remember the co-ordinates and appearances of memories and pack them neatly in your heart.
An urgency that makes you alive and raw in the middle of the typical corporate work day.
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ding dinga... ding dinga... ippo inge thaane iruppe :D
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