A street flashes across my mind.
I know that I have been there because it is all so familiar.
I can picture myself there.
But I am not able to recall to which city or time does it belong.
It is almost like a flashback from another life.
I try to remember without much luck.
And it feels strange.
There are quite a few such alleys that have faded from my life.
All that travel planning, excitement, and hard work for nothing.
Maybe I need to re-visit the old photographs to keep those memories alive.
But when the mind itself has chosen to get rid of it, should I really make an effort?
Does a traveler have to remember? Does one travel to remember?
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