Memories are so relative and diverse at all times, we make them, we filter them, we sort them and finally they are treasured. There is always some adding and fading, but the ones that mark some remarkable change in one's life are the prominent ones, isn't it?? We store them in photographs or notes when we want a few events to stay as the most memorable, but they just stay as the worst ones, even when we never planned to hold them. Every day of life is surely a gift, however, we cannot make each day one of the best memory and hence there is a plan. It makes us walk through the ups and downs, a mere chance to build a few memories; some as lessons and some as just a reason to smile. Here I want to narrate one such roller coaster I went through recently, one which can never fade, a collective memory that marked the biggest change of my life. It holds some good ones, some better ones and a few with tears. Two years ago, the first time when my boyfriend left for his studies to USA, I saw him walk through this wide airport door. Beyond which seemed like another world, the one I would only see in words then. But, he made a promise of a life together and, desperately, since then I held my horses tight to walk through the same door with him. Seasons went by and finally the time arrived, the hour where life was about to change. It was going to be just the two of us in a foreign country. At that instant it felt like there is something walking backwards, moving away. The feeling of forgetting something, I was definitely leaving something behind. Though the things I was leaving back in India were the most precious and will always be. My farewell in India started with a lot of tears because I was leaving everyone who were constantly a part of my life since 25 years. My parents who brought me to life, my little sister whom i pampered, I left them to enter a different home first following the traditions of marriage. Now I was just moving farther. Furthermore, the parents-in-law that destiny had presented, I was leaving them too. The bond that I did not get enough time to strengthen, the love that could have grown deeper, I was moving away for the better and for what I had chosen for myself. Yet between all the turmoil of emotions, the sinking feeling while I was stepping through that awaited door started to evaporate suddenly when the hand that held me a few years back, pulled me closer yet again with a little press as a gesture of love. And a wide smile that made my sadness seemed so tiny; there he was, the man of my choice and my dreams. The person who lived in the virtual world of facetime and skype until a few days ago. He came, he conquered and reversed my world in real sense because I was now going to see the people outside those doors in the virtual world. Life was updating itself and I was not scared anymore because I knew that I held the right hand, and the right man. I always knew this, but I was surer when he threw himself over me to kiss off my tears and said the words, "main hoon na" (meaning i am there in Hindi) the ones that made me fall for him all over again. His positive eyes winked at me and the joy in them filled mine with the tears of happiness. Finally I was ready to take off, to treasure the day as full of love as every tear that fell off my loved ones wasn't sad, it was pure indication of the affection they held for me. A little sweet, a little unusual, a little happy, a little sad, memories will always stay a mixture of emotions because memories are made of people and they are never simple.