"At Your age.." she continued as she rocked slowly in her chair...eyes lost in dreams and hands working on those knitting needles like an activity imbibed into her being as unconsciously as the beating of her heart.. And everyone who saw her could see the sparkle in her eyes and the mischief in her smile as flashes of her past escapades raced in front of her.

She is the manifestation of a silver-haired lady consumed by her long journey through life and her rocking chair, the representation of her peace in having accomplished what she could. Her knitting needles boast of the vast knowledge of experience imbibed into her spirit, so much a part of her that she glows with it completely unaware of its existence. And finally her sparkling eyes and mischevious smile epitomizes the presence of the one gladiator that pulled her through her journey... Life itself.

And yet a picture so perfect will be so inane without the one element that brings it to life.... memories.

I often wonder how many of us really work towards Making Good Memories.

Mayb ever1 have their own way of working at it... get wet in the rains, make a spontaneous plan 2 drive down 2 lonavala at night, light a whole room with candles and invite Him/Her 2 celebrate his/her BDay at ur place, sit on a roller coaster, Listen 2 Jazz after drowning a bottle of whisky..

Lotsa ways... really very many ways :)