A Dream That Wants To Let You Live

The Dream and it's strands

Waking up to the sound of the bird's chirping is the best ever feeling. I followed my uncle to the terrace garden. The fragrance of jasmine flowers has embraced me. Is this heaven!

It was his routine to check upon the garden while brushing teeth. Since he went to work early this was the best way. My other uncle was also like this. Either of them will check the garden every morning.

WAIT A MINUTE
........... FRAGRANCE, UNCLE, TERRACE GARDEN and MY SIX YEAR OLD BODY!!!
Did I just time travelled or is it a dream.

Very well, it's a memory. The same Memories could be annoying, hurting or even healing. It depends upon the circumstances which led you to pick the exact strand of memory.

What exactly is a memory? You remember things to forget: you forgets things to remember. That's what a memory is to me.

I remember something from my childhood. Something annoying, something hurted and confused me.

It was a vacation and like every other vacation we were going to my mother's home town. Unlike usual, we were alone in that bogy of the train. For a vacation time it was supposed to be filled so much that I wished to skip the time to reach there like you see in the cartoons. Or maybe that memory strand might be damaged. But I still feels the ick from it though .

I was genuinely happy that there wasn't much people there. And I was having the whole window seat for myself. I was humming or maybe singing some random tune and word that I made up own there. Afterall, creativity isn't limited when you are a kid. But if you doesn't use it, it will turn rusty. That's how the present me is.

But I was happy though. There was the water Lilly field, paddy fields and every other view was amazing. Humming to myself, I was so contented. Little did I know being happy makes you sad later.

Because a little after I reached my grandma's house, I got scolded. "ARE YOU SICK? WHY WOULD YOU TALK TO YOURSELF?"
Seems like my mother mistook my happy humming as "talking alone", which is considered sick in most societies and snitched to grandma.

My happiness ended there. I was so confused and sad. I was humming though! What was grandma talking about. Is she not happy seeing me.

I looked around. My mother was crying. My elder cousins were pulling away grandma from me to stop the further scolding session. I was so hurt them.

But as a child, I gradually forgot all of that in less than a day and enjoyed the rest of vacation. I guess!

But the adult me keeps getting haunted by it. Why adult me can't let go that damned damaged memory strand when the child me could let go of the damned situation!

Memories are indeed powerful, poisonous and much more...