The image is vividly etched in my mind.
Memories of the past are deeply personal-some bitter like citrus rind, others tangy like salted plums, or cool and sharp like fresh mint. These recollections often resurface during life's difficult moments, returning with startling clarity. They replay like vivid scenes before our eyes, pulling us back through time until we find ourselves immersed in another era, reliving stories that no longer belong to us alone.
