MY MEMORY IN MORTUARY........

On a saturday night....

"OMG! I'm suffering...."

And as expected, my imaginary stupid (but sometimes sensible!)friend,Timmy, popped up.I should really find out how he does that (and stop him!).

“From what, milady?”
“Tim, i think it's a disease...”  
“And the name is...?”
“Wise men call it amnesia, some call it dementia, people like me try to call it alzh… alzh.. err its complicated”
“Caught you Rini. You have lost memory, like Aamir in Ghajini. Where are your tattoos, if i may ask? Let me get needle and ink. I will be more than happy to do the honors!!! ”

“Shut up, you idiot!! I did not lose memory! Just a tiny bit on the outer side.”
“It has sides?!!??”
“Oh yeah, it is like a huge football, which comes with an inside and an outside.”
“Really? You mean, inside is full of air?? Hehehe... Enlighten me, anyways.”

“Oh Tim, you see, the inside is like a bank.You save your best moments in it. So anytime you want to have one, just unlock it and get one out.”
“And the outside?”
“Hmmm... It contains less wanted moments. it is like the stuff you carry in your purse or bag - bus tickets, chewing gums, bills.”
“Why are you so worried then? Erase them completely. And then, you will be tension-free”
“No Tim! You never know when the bill would come back to you and say ‘Remember me?’”
“Oh right. You would not remember the bill.” 
"Tim, you are drifting away from my problem!"

"What's the problem, then?"

“It becomes harder when, unlike purse, the 'outside' of memory holds people.”
“You forgot people, Rini??”
“Naaah... Not all of them. There are these people Tim, I know I have seen them somewhere but I can’t place them. And problem is, they remember me!”

“Now, I get it. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to DEBTORS THEORY!! (drum roll.....).
 "God Tim! I really had lost my mind when I created you! Plus, I'm the only lady here, sans any gentleman!"
"Whatever Rini... According to Debtors theory, people always remember their debtors, but debtors never remember people.”
“TIM!!!”
“Okay okay you have no money”
“I'm goin to kill you, you monster!”

“Fine... what is the trouble”
“Thanks a lot for asking so soon. Problem is they smile, I smile. They call by name, I smile. They ask questions, I smile.”
“You are a little too cheerful perhaps.”

“What is happening to me, Timmy?”
“You must be dying.”
“No I am not!”
“Oh well, no harm in hoping.”
“That’s it! You are dead.”
"Hey, but I'm your only good looking imaginary pal, Tim, the greaaaa...."Ouuuucccchhhhhhh"