Dil Se Blogging | Part 2 |

"Memories warm you up from the inside.

But they also tear you apart.

They're the echoes of our past,

the whispers of our hearts,

and the shadows that follow us forever.

In the end, it's not the years that we live,

but the memories that

we make that truly define us."

—Lamori ★

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-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ-

to my Part 2 of Dil Se Blogging

series

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First, i hope you all

are doing well, even though

its extremely hot outside.

Stay hydrated, and

take care of yourself

and therefore saying that,

let us start the blog for today.

Our topic for today is ::

:date: Day 2: "A Special Memory That Touched My Heart"

Alright, so shall we start?

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Memories happen, mostly, either during one's childhood, or adulthood. Mine took place in none. Never will. Or maybe, i just don't know. Memories aren't special to me, but just pieces of promises which were never kept.

My childhood was traumatic, and always shattered, filled with unkept promises and beliefs. But the worst part was, I was empathetic and forgiving—extremely. I still am, which makes me the most hated as well as the most loved person within my society people.

It was long and long time back. A long time ago, when i was just a small kid, studying in Kindergarten or Class 1, maybe? I was most probably 3 or 2 feet and aged 5 (not sure completely though). There were fakirs, or beggars in our time—something which you'll notice only in the rural areas, and are rare in the cities, these days.

So, one of them, came up to my parent's house with a white bazaar bag in her hands, which she probably used for accumulating food from different homes. And yeah, she was a female. And you know what? She was crying. I was a child, and she was crying. So I asked her, "What happened Jidda? Why are you crying?" She replied, "My daughter has went far away for her job by train, and she did not take me. I miss her, that's why im crying."

I was empathetic.

I took a piece of cloth, which was probably one of my t shirts and wiped away her tear. Then, I said to her, "When I grow up, i'll take you to her by train."

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i hope you enjoyed,

reading this blog.

And, also, by far,

this is another most open

blog, i've written.

So that's it, I guess.

Meet you guys in the

next blog.

Goodbye ! :heartpulse:

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