The Beginning

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Do I really remember the white sand or not. Do I remember the soft rain? The smell of mud.
Do I remember?
Earth
My home
My bicycle
My parrot, my plants my fridge full of cheese bread butter coke.
Do I remember eating apples?
Eating bread
Do I remember orange juice
Zar, I do remember
I remember the name of my home.
Or house
But that's not important now.
I left everything behind fifteen years ago.
Zar was three then.
But I feel good here.
My mind is all jumbled up I wish I could cry.
But there is so much to do here.
I do gardening.
Which I thought was boring stuff.
I miss Meeku.
I have a photo of him
Sitting right on my shoulders.
I want to hug him right now.
But I know he must be dead
And I'm perfectly in peace with these facts of life and death.
Whoever has come has to leave too
Some go early
Some stay
Some never go away
Like the night
The day
The moons
The suns etc.
I wish we all were together
But life has bigger challenges
Bigger hurdles
Bigger responsibilities of future, past and present.
And we have to face them boldly.
With honesty
Maybe I can try.
If not fulfill it properly.

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