Memories, a small word that could carry the burden of a whole life. Every passing year, each passing day, every moment that passes away, turns to a memory. Some are good, some are bad, some are uneventful. Past is something that we are always told to not to live in, but we never find a way past our past, as John Banville said, " The past beats inside me like a second heart. " It is said that past always finds its way to present, and what better way could be there to invade than memories. We all have our blur memories of toddling, a bit more sharp memories of reluctantly going school. Then we have memories of schools and friends that no memory could replace, and are memories of college life. Apart from these, we have lots of unforgettable moments with family. So much for a single word - memory. So, what is the significance of the memories or past? We all want to preserve pleasant moments, and lose, erase the unpleasant one