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I was reading a novel and the hero of the story suffers from selective amnesia and loses memory of only the heroine. Sounds a bell? . Yes this is a very typical similar state of my life. The only difference is I am not a Heroine and he is not my hero. But i really seem to like this person since i dont knw, maybe i dont remember. I remember he was in my class in kindergarten and he was in my tuition centre for about 6 - 7 years.

It all started out of curiosity  and my ability to attract trouble of course. I was just thinking about my life and also about him. I just searched about him in Facebook and managed to find him too. After much thought I sent him a request. I was under the impression that he might have forgotten or might not even remember me. Of Course there is a difference between both.But the fate intervened and he accepted it.

     We started chatting and he seemed to remember me.I felt happy that i was talking to him atlast after so many years. I knew he worked in a ship and had come home for a holiday.He told me he would be here only for about 30 days or so. So i decided to go ahead. It was the usual story of chatting,chatting and chatting.All went fine till i met him. Another disaster.

 I liked him,really liked him as if i did not like him enough. But as the life would have i knew i could not pursue a relationship. So just like any other thing i moved on or atleast tried too. Life is only trying to forgive and forget. So i am excused. The real trouble started a week ago . 

      He  told me that we were friends for a long time and one month is not a long time i retaliated. I was shocked,(even though shock is a small word with what i felt) when he told that we were friends from kindergarden. I was like OMG and WTF. He claims that we were real good friends and i was even possessive of him. The point is i dont remember a thing of it. the complete junk,The friendship part is missing from my memory. I dont even remember a single thing of it expect him.

  This memory loss has created a real impact on me.I am worried that i might have Anterograde amnesia,Retrograde amnesia , Post-traumatic amnesia,Dissociative amnesia ,Repressed memory, Post-hypnotic amnesia,Lacunar amnesia , Childhood amnesia ,Transient global amnesia , Source amnesia , Korsakoff's syndrome , Drug-induced amnesia , Prosopamnesia ,Situation-Specific amnesia  Transient epileptic amnesia.Ok i stole these terms from wiki. But i am really that worried. I am not bothered about the past. Its any way over. I dont wana lose further things in my life. So i am writing or rambling to keep a track of my life , past,present and future

I wish myself Happy Rambling

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