Like a whirlwind, like a tempest, like a rain shower and at times like dew drops, there are memories haunting like a hurricane, like fire in a forest. They are tortuously twitching to the very core of heart. Any attempt to get rid of them bounces back and somewhere in the remote corner of my mind there creeps a feel of preserving every bit of them excruciating but satiating as they are, they are soothing too with a caressing touch. Listen O! melancholy, I don’t want to part with you. Let the thunders of storm springing up from the ocean of past memories give me a jolt after jolt till such time my physical faculties are reduced to a nullity, lost into eternity.