Photographic Memory
I’ve never been good with memories. Not because I can’t remember things, it’s because I remember everything, every little detail, every nuance. People with that kind of ability—remembering the details and nuances—might be having a photographic memory. I still remember the first word I learnt in English, it was cat, I learnt it from a book, the kind of book which has lot of squares and there is a picture and a word in each square. The cat word and picture were on top left of the left page, each page consisted of two rows and three columns. I felt excited and had lot of jolts in learning that language. The kind of jolt when you know you will do great in it. That was one of my stored memories. Not also having photographic memory, I also have the ability to choose the things I like to remember. I have my own mind palace. Ring a bell of something? Yes, Sherlock also has that. My mind—my brain—it’s like a library and also there is a movie theatre there, I store my memories in the li