Glistening drop over my rooftop :
It is a wrecking saturday night- the weight of it had completely encapsulated this self capable person -
my phone buzzed off after a few shot, the day wasn't huey unlike others, which in this city sounds rare, although far fetched, it wasn't like regular sunny ones, i like sunny skies*
but that's just about me, winter are approaching maybe the precedence has started
these thoughts are disintegrated and scattered, a change is beguiling but right now it cease to exist
It strikes me a moment later about my phone, it has been a while no more hooter are aligning after every one minute - i have a creepy habit of sticking to bed, it has tugged me an entire lifetime to actually make an effort to finally put an end to it, * few alarms a day keeps this monster awake*
if you'd all think this was me before, there're bunch of evidence to stand for me as my proof of innocence
the custard tastes sour today, although the sweetness according to my tastebuds were okay, still-
i do forget a lot of things lately, one-what exactly is my real name, two-why this person is caring for me out of nowhere, the excruciating pain on my legs are again emerging,
the lady has placed a cup of chai infront of the front desk / i remember walking silently, patting my toenails towards the floor and coming back with the cup/
a voice is coming towards me, she says she knows me, that i am her daughter, twenty-two, and used to be very chirpy, i distinctly nodded -
what is she saying, do i really know her-i too find her familiar in particular but i can't remember a bit- my sleeping habit, the alarms and this altogether personification of my character has been described by her, i am just following the lead
she talks about my disease - alzheimer, says how it barely keeps a person alive with halts of memories every now and then, and that i will remember her once this illusion comes off - and, how her course of life has changed revolving around and beside me- that made me feel a little bad
was i being told the truth or i am simply being victimized for my awful disease, i like every other day was silent, and nodding tremendously it kept pacing with her every detailing,
she says- my attributes have changed after this disease - i didn't say a word but i wanted to - to ask about my mother, my family - i remember i had one, just couldn't garner the thoughts to procure a certain image, it felt terrible at first but somehow i was able to make a way with it
about a month and half later- my mind was lucid again,
i could picture my mother, she doesn't look like her, i have also noticed her hairs aren't grey, my mother's were-
i tried to compel my thoughts and think aloud - where was i?
this lady is a fine person but not my person - who is she?
questions pouring like a plethora of reminiscences, my head started hurting again-it irked
the lady came, sat beside me, her eyes were consoling - it felt nice
she hand me a plate of fruits, i obliged
and ask her about my mother - "I'm your mother, you're my only daughter" - i nodded again. //
-Narmada.