The Beginning

Its very recently that i got to know that i had insomnia. Its a condition in which i dnt get any sleep,no matter whatever i do,however tired i am. So,its one of those nights with sleep teasing me a hairbreadth away . And i got to know that memories had smell late. And the way it goes,i bet it has some rhythmn too. A symphony playing in the background,like in a movie. It maybe the shrill of bankles,or the murmur of rain. Or even the sound of a clock,tick tock,tick tock. But the main thing is,they take our memories back in time and open up the baggage linked to it. Just like a machine. It will play replay,pause nd fast forward,just as we watch. The question is,do they always rush like that? Is there some kind of series or order that it keeps? Or is it just randome? . This is a place where you can share anything. My friends,we can open those old rare wine bottles and have so much fun. So many extraordinary tales,of beauty,love poetry. So many circe gone unfound,ever,we may unravel them all ,here. We are gonna experience togeather,the rhythmn of universe,love and life. Rhythmn Divine.