Memories are what we are left with as the time passes. Some are good and some are bad. We tend to forget some and treasure some. We like to believe that we have the power to control what we want to remember. But in the end, we have every bit of our past stored in some part of our brain, only we cannot recall all of it all the time. Ever since I started writing about my leukemia, I intended to dedicate a post to the 6-7 days that I spent in the ICU. Those days, in the Pediatric Intensive care Unit of Christian Medical College and Hospital, Vellore, are covered under a shroud of mysteries . What I remember of those days can be summed up in an hour! I spend 144-168 hours in ICU and I barely remember anything. Choosing to forget something and not knowing that something in the first place are two entirely different things, the former can help you move on and the latter one can practically drive you crazy. Every now and then I go up to my parents and ask them about those days, they