... are powerful - you can distort it, relish it with happiness, relive it with anguish ... but can we ever unload its emotional impact? We may put on spectacles with tints of rainbow, viewing snaps of our lives in the colour we choose ... Yet, deep within, we still feel the pain and sometimes, the joy, it brings ...
Robinton Mistry wrote in "a fine balance"; " How much Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passage of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain".
Definitely a source of pain, but maybe sadness and happiness generate a different type of pain ...
