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TIME TO MAKE MEMORIES AGAIN




My brain seemed overflowing with data, erasing bits of my memory. I was requiring more storage/backup to sustain.


 The technology came to me as a panacea, rescuing me from the predicament. I emptied the 1400cc container in my head. I noted every event, reminder, celebration, payment, and renewal. Voila. Nothing misses ever again.


 I decided to pause all birthday and anniversary reminders from me. I informed my family of the ensuing changes in trends.


 My son decided to follow me and made a quick move. He outsmarted me in making his calendar and shared mine with his Google account.


 All was going well till my son surprised us with a call to my clinic. He wished me in an excited tone on my anniversary and asked for his father. I laughed and reminded him that the calendar he had shared was to remind me of my ‘mummy–papa’s anniversary’ and not his mummy-papa’s.


 We both laughed till he decided to check on his grandpa and grandma. I still wonder at times if he has updated his calendar or if mine still serves his purpose…

 

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  1. Sunidhi KashyapNovember 1, 2023 at 7:12 PM

    Haha he still relies on your calendar to check important events!

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    1. AnonymousDecember 18, 2023 at 7:17 AM

      Swati you are so suave in your musings that it directly knocks on our hearts ♥️

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  2. AnonymousDecember 21, 2023 at 7:19 PM

    Love it!!

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 28, 2024 at 6:44 PM

    Interesting incident

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