It is difficult to forget the past. Things, good or bad, keep coming back to me no matter how hard we try to get past by them. I hate it when it comes back to me for I know I will get hurt again. Each and every instance of it bites me. The center, The Yana's, The CCD, The run, The Quark fest, That Stall at Quark, The auditorium, The White, The Majorda beach visit, The Annapurna Hotel, The Panjim Bus Station, The Quater-deck...
Sometimes I wonder why did it happen. At other times I am glad that it happened. Such is the irony of life ! :)
