A memory from way back...when?

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Hi Friends!!! this is Ishaan, and I am back with another post. Hoping you all are doing well. So, today's post is about an old picture I found while going through my phone's gallery. It brought back a lot of memories, and some of them weren't exactly good. 

Here I was, playing an offline game on my phone. I was starting to get bored with the game, so I opened the gallery and started going through some old photos. After all, that is what we all do when we have no internet on our phones, play an offline game or go through the gallery. I found a lot of old photos, and they brought back some good memories until I found a picture. One that I did not remember taking.

It was in a separate folder, it had no date or year indicating when the picture had been taken. I was not exactly familiar with the people in the picture. However, on taking a closer look, I realized I had known some of them, and then I noticed myself in the picture too. Now I was confused because I knew some of the people, but I still couldn't figure out where the photo was from or when it had been taken.

These people were my old friends, or at least that's what I thought back then. I was no longer in contact with most of them, except for one or two. Besides, some of them weren't ever true friends. they came to me or talked to me only when it fits their needs. They would often make fun of me, and group up against me. But, it didn't matter anymore. With time, I had let go of these fake friends. I had no care for them whatsoever, and we had decided to go our separate ways.

Years have passed since then, and now this picture has reminded me of them. For me, this photograph is just a reminder of those friendships that simply never existed and, it is as worthless as those fake friends. What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that's gone forever, impossible to recreate. But, perhaps this photograph has captured a memory that is best to let go of. So, I deleted the photo, and let go of that memory.

Now, I have found true friends. Friends who care for me, and are always there for me. And to those true friends of mine, I would like to say that even though we don't talk anymore, like we used to do, or we have grown a bit distant, I will never forget our memories. Those sweet memories of my life spent with you are the best. They make me smile no matter what is going on in my present life. Thank you for being there, and know that I am always here for you.

This is all from my side. Don't forget to comment and tell me your opinions See you in the next blog. Until then take care, and be safe.

Byeeee!

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