We cry. We curse. We whine. We sulk. We attempt murder. We attempt suicide. We blame each other. We blame ourselves. We scream. We shout. We fight it out. We avoid. We ignore. We hate. We abhor. We run to escape. We run to be away.
Then how the hell do we ALWAYS come back with happy memories?
Photographs always fail to capture the family melodrama during family holidays.
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Are you smiling for the camera or for me?
I admire the way you catch the truth about your life in a candid and humurous manner. I like it all the more because what you say actually reflects our lives too.
Here too you have done that aptly. Photographs cannot really capture the real memories. The real memories live on only in our memories..........& it is better too!!
No camera dearie. Not one made who can capture humungus me. (now humungus people who are not good at spelling it :))
Smiling at the thought. Just true !!
and so I repeat...one man's tragedy is another man's comedy!
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