It’s a funny thing. Why do we keep little souvenirs from our past when they trigger a string of painful memories and thoughts? My friend had suddenly asked if I kept writings and such from my past and reviewed them from time to time, claiming it to be a “female thing to do”. Somehow, I was offended or annoyed to a certain extent. Isn’t it true that generally, most of us do keep things here and there from our past and once in a great while, blow off the dust and look at them? How silly.

“Pictures of You” rings in my head.