Some moments can never escape your memory. Or. Your memory can never thwart away some moments. And. Some moments become our memory……
Magnanimous beads of some sticky potion are dripping down my body in a cool memory of a pre-winter night. Only one pale bulb is trying with all its might to vandalize the paleness of the atmosphere. Almost all the people are sleeping except thirteen….
I know I am trying my level best to scare them. And I think they also know what I am upto. One of them tries his best to assure me that I am being successful….
There is one more ‘boy’, squatting on the floor, besides me. Some gushes, through window, of outside wind try to exhibit their presence periodically. The boy stands up and starts doing something funny. I am not laughing, not because I don’t enjoy the pole dance, but I have been prohibited. And that’s why I don’t enjoy it…..
We ask them to introduce themselves in the official sense of the word. One by one they come and start. I laugh. I tell one of them to stand straight. To show some respect. And to my utter pleasure, he follows my words. They are dreaded and I am enjoying with malicious satisfaction. A hole is being filled. A hole, which was unceremoniously created by some ancient memory…..
Rather I concentrate hard, following every bit of his movements. I don’t know how it happened but a faint giggle escapes my lips. The pole dance is ordered to stop. Thirteen people start thrashing me. I know it is sane,so I say ‘sorry’. And stand up. And start doing something which is very unlike a pole dance. Words of unpleasantness start blurting out of their mouths. The train is at its full throttle. And the time is 2:30 a.m……
There are some memories which surface now and then at every impossible hour. Some times we feel it to be a bad one. An unhappy memory. Some other times we come to know that it is really a good one. A happy memory…..