My pen drive wasn't working properly and I knew I had to reformat it to use it again. I was trying to put that off for a long time- I guess I was hoping it'll fix itself somehow. So I reformatted it today. I was sad I lost all the data I had on it but it was only movies so it’s ok.
It got me thinking that we store incredibly large amounts of data in our memories. Family, friends, things, incidents. It's all in there, jammed together, in a big mess- my mess- and I know where what is. I do not delete it because it’s like deleting a part of my life, those experiences- admitting that they’re gone forever. Even the bad ones are never deleted. Because no matter how much I try to forget that it happened, it will have never-not-happened.
And then there are the tiny moments. Moments one can refer to as 'pen-drive memories'. I have a little pen-drive meant for storing only the most special of my memories.
These moments are really tiny, and they don't take up too much space. And to another person, they may not even appear significant. They are inaccessible to others, including the ones who are part of those moments. I can't copy them to any hard disk. I can’t show them to anyone. I can't share them on a network. I can't store them anywhere else. I can't back them up. I can't recover them if my pen-drive crashes. That’s the way it works.
And if I ever lose it- by choice or otherwise, I will have no regrets coz if I lose those moments, I was meant to lose them.
