1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="qqZ5zbuaKW"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/fluid-mechanics/">Fluid Mechanics</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/fluid-mechanics/embed/#?secret=qqZ5zbuaKW" width="600" height="338" title="“Fluid Mechanics” — PoohsDen" data-secret="qqZ5zbuaKW" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> As January gives way to February my emotions take a dive. I get into the state where I feel helpless and lost. But it is the months of January – March I hit the bottom. 9 years of doing just that. I get bombarded with memories and they overwhelm me. I was working and suddenly I remembered the books. I frantically took to Google and came up with sites that sell the book. I looked at the maroon and orange cover for a long time, lost in my memories. I am not strong enough to write about my memories around your books. I am just not ready to share them. They are mine. Only mine. Not this year. Maybe in a few years I will be strong enough to deal with it. I recently read this quote and it got me thinking – how different are my memories from what was reality? How much have I changed them to suit myself? We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust’s jars of preserves in a larder, but are transformed, disassembled, reassembled, and recategorized with every act of recollection. And then I read what J.K Rowling says ” […]http://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/120420035359elNOkW20.jpg