It is essentially natural that our bygone days are affluent with innumerable events. Memories of some make us contented while other dismays, a few glorifies and a many embarrasses too. In entirety this is what it makes yesteryear ever especial.
No one is born a saint nor is anyone evil by birth. It is sometimes the course of upbringing; more often than not the companion one lives with and at times the milieu where a person is nurtured that transmutes a person of disparate character.
Time changes and with the changing time every thing changes; A person's need, a person's companion, a person's attitude. And then end of the day when looks back he often finds despite of what he acquired in time is no match to what he had.