Without memories we are loose fragments that have no way of understanding either others or our own selves, which in turn leaves us incapable of ever loving or forgiving both ourselves and others. Reminiscing is like diving deep within... ...to rediscover the landscape of things that happened to us, ...to smell the fragrance of everything and everyone we loved and lost - sometimes to death, sometimes to life, ...to listen to words that have long left our lips, and to words that could never leave, ...to find ways to see in a new light, things we have struggled and failed to un-see, ...to close our eyes and feel the texture of lost times of our lives, However, as long as we are capable of remembering, is anything ever lost? As long as our feet know the path back to our past, how do we stop dancing to this Rhythm of Remembrance? Praise for 'Rhythm of Remembrance': "Samir Satam's photographs fill me up with a longing for the outdoors, and his words with both, heartache and love." - Shubhangi Swarup (Latitudes of Longing)