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1Reminds me of an annoying poem from the 2nd std .."I remember I remember the house where I was born...". Imagine 45 kids taking turns to recite the same thing. Makes you really hate the concept of memory
My mother remembers stuff from when she was only a few months old. It's weird. Her parents agreed there's no way she'd have heard about those things from anyone...like the colour of table linen, the smell of those or that from a certain day etc
It's a curse. I've had countless sleepless nights due to this.
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