Superpower of A Memory
An antidote to negativity
I sat there with my back towards the sea, looking at the lagoon that formed a pool, shimmering in the full-moon night. The reflection of coconut trees and the rickety beach hut in which I had taken shelter for the night, swayed with the ripples in the pool. I was immersed in hearing the rhythm of ocean waves.
He sat a foot away from me. We both were lost in our individual nothingness.
An impossible dream, a memory.
I pull it up from my mind’s drawer when things sometimes get tough in real life. It helps me power through the hard part, keeps hope alive. If I were in Harry Potter’s world, this would be what my Patronus charm would be made of!
Such is the power of a beautiful memory, like a summer breeze on a stuffy night.
