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I hate the way songs work on me. Atleast the good ones. I am almost always scared of every good song I hear, because when I hear a good song, I am scared it will huant me. Then I listen to a stupid dhoom macha de tune and then feel better to have come out of the enchanting music. But then again it comes and traps me. Takes me to different times, places and reminds me of the words and walls. All those which have never been there. Also to those which had been there and would never be there. Songs so good and so evil at the same time. There plays the string of guitar, and brings a smell along. Then comes a deep voice. And a curtain shakes with a wind stroke bringing in a bleak sun ray. Then again there is beat, and I see a happy dinner table, with me running around it. But in the end nothing is clear. More smurred than the song is clearer. And then again I play that dhoom macha de tune.

I have been recently told that my blog looks deceptively long. Only then I noticed that the way Blogspot sorts and saves blog entries is really meant for those who blog regularly. It makes monthly archives and even if one entry happens in a whole month that month appears in the archives. So now I should really consider expanding my blog before I hear another comment. This comment is the motivation to start blogging all over again. Talking about the techniques for saving and sorting, I wish they applied to our brain. We experience things and we want some of them to be with us forever. We wish to remember all possible details. But the 'time' is an evil enemy of memory. It slowly goes on erasing out the details. To counter effects of 'time' we try to re-iterate things in our heads making sure, we still remember them. But time is much more powerful. So there we are, forgetting every moment we ever wanted to remember. What usually remain are empty archives just keeping some ...