Say, the lamp of logic had been extinguished for a day, say rationality had to bid adieu, and all our senses were mired in a deep unique slumber. Would we still reach out with our feeble little fingers to trace a shape out of those blurry actions. Must there always be a justification for everything, that needs to sit perfectly like that bow-tie with the tuxedo ?Life is a ship-wreck, and you cannot take every item with you when you escape. And therefore you must pick and choose, those memories worth saving. This was not worth it. This did not deserve the precious cells to capture and keep forever. And therefore it was time to close your eyes and push it into the deep dark bosom of the ocean….