Listen Amaya Page #7

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I preserved in my memories.

Bye Ma!

I saw happiness,

and I saw my fair share of sorrow.

But with time,

even that stopped stinging.

Guruji?

Jazz?

Hello!

Why are you standing here?

What's happened?

I can't remember where I wanted to go.

What do you mean, the

cafe's just around the corner..

I never considered,

whether I made my memories,

or whether memories made up my life.

Though I lived my

life through my memories..

I can't remember,

which way I have to go.

What can't you remember Jazz?

The cafe is right here,

are you okay?

I can't remember Aditi..

I can't remember, where I have to go.

I can't remember..

I kept every moment alive.

I relived every memory,

I often even spoke

with them like old friends.

Not realizing, that

like sand through ones fingers,

memories also don't

stay with you forever.

Ma, Jazz can't remember..

You knew?

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Living each moment that life offered up,

maybe in this one

moment, I've found life itself.

And this moment,

even my memories can't snatch from me.

Jayant had said one day,

Leela you and I will

travel the world together.

I hope he remembers.

Amaya?

I'm listening Ma.

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