Large portions of my childhood I have forgotten. They only come to me in bits and pieces and sometimes make no sense at all. Exasperated, I relegate them to flashbacks from dreams.
So whenever I am reminded of a particular memory due to a familiar smell or sight or the eerie feeling of dejavu, I narrate it to anyone I can…
This too shall pass.
No one bothers to pause and introspect: Where does change start?
All we are botheted about exists for as long as it trends. Out of sight, out of mind unless another incident jolts our senses and makes us think.
I was standing at one of the windows, watching the parade that day from the third floor. Suddenly, amidst the noise, three explosions down the length of the road had me falling down on my knees and covering my ears. I looked up and saw people running, flesh strewn about the road and the some of the exhibitions had caught fire. There was just too…