Day one had passed with no measurable findings.. I met five more inmates here. I learned nothing about them except that they were all happy to have ne here.
The questions haunted me every moment. It was necessary to find my past. Jacob showed me some paper cuttings of the flood that ruined my locality. But I couldn't feel any current in my brain.
I decided to open the bag that he gave me. The zip was a little tight and it had a considerable amount of dirt.The first thing I found in it was a book-probably a diary. I couldn't recognise it because it was partially destroyed, as if soaked in water. And the second thing I took out was a dream catcher. I heard Jake's joyful scream the moment I took it out.
"I am so crazy with dream catchers."He giggled."Let us hang it somewhere."He took it from my hand and hung it near my bed.
" What is a dreamcatcher??" I asked him.
His smile turned into a
mischievous one.
"You don't know?"
"Yes , I know...I just want you to make me remember it. Try telling something......",I pursed my lips.
"Okay....". He began." This is a native American Indian's concept. It is believed that the dream catchers hold the negative dreams that come to you ,in their web like structure. And when the sunlight hit them in the morning ,this negative energy is destroyed". He paused and looked at me.
"What??"
"Felt any current rush in your brain??"
"Nope",I looked down.
He let out a sigh. Our conversation for the day ended. I left the bag in a safe place . I kept the diary in my window side to let the moisture drain out.
Going to the beach was my next plan.I decided to spend most of my time there.Because some unknown feelings soothed my burning heart,every time the wind touches me.
Just like the previous day I was facing the sandy shore alone. But it seemed nice to be alone because no one could torture my feelings....
I walked across the shore, sometimes ran,leaving my footprints for the waves.....
