DUSTY MEMORIES Dusty memories of some forgetful souls. Speak to me as my pen flows. READ THE CAPTION BELOW. Human life runs like a clumsy bicycle. Tyres wear out but bells still ring their presence. Paddling down the trails we find thousands of articles. Some smile, some giggle, some tint your name as per their appraisal. Mockery and chiddings both dodge the preserved lenience. We shout, we scream, hope to end this unnamed journal.