Conversations of conscience and mine.

My conscience gave me a brief speech, to change my daily routine of looking all those things and memories, that fill my eyes with tears. It went on saying,

"The first thing to do in your serious attempt to forget your past is to change your password. 

You'll no longer forget your past until you keep it in your password. 

Then after, clear all the conversations you saved, which never gave you smile, but only washed your eyes.

Throw away all that reminds you about your sad past.

Yeah I know, you still check some reason to keep them,saying that it was the only photograph or something. Though it is the only picture or the thing of theirs you have, you are supposed to dustbin it for a happy sleep.

Remember, they aren't important anymore. Treat them like junk and trash them all. 

I know you don't get your hands throw that stuff, but remember, how they have smashed your heart and your dreams. And how your little feelings were valued. They never even feel guilty for missing your presence.

My dear,

I tell you, it is better to burn down the things than to cry with the memories they give. 

Forgetting past is the one of the  toughest battles, a human being should never face. It's just like forgiving them, who stabbed you.

Moreover, keep in mind.

Never be with the people who reminds you of your past and makes fun out of that. Never choose them, who pushes you towards pain. Never keep them,for whom your sadness is the most pleasant thing.

Because, these people kill your attempt to smile. And it isn't easy to get your smile as soon as possible. I don't want you to struggle,to smile.

Finally, hate whatever or whoever, that reminds you of ache in your heart. It may be your past or people around who remind, all you need to say is " I HATE ".

Reject them. Hate them. More often, avoid them. Clean everything whether it is your phone or your life.

Forget the past, for a better sleep.

Remember that, Happy future doesn't depend on sad past."

This is what myself did:

My conscience shouted,"Slaps teach what words can't."

I just smiled, closed my eyes. My lips could taste my tears. They're salty.

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