The morning of November 3, 2011. This was the day.
Flashback:
A few days before the 3rd of November, I suppose, the 31st of October and the days that followed.
31st October:
Afternoon.
14:15 hrs. There was a screening of the film, The Exorcist. I'd always wanted to watch it, but never really got a chance. I'd read the novel, too.
I did watch it. And I liked it. Just as I'd liked the novel.
Note: I did not find it scary. I found it depressing. The same as in the case of the novel.
Later that night.
I finally read The Memory Maker by Cecelia Ahern. Just 40 pages.
I'd always known the title was appealing. So was the story.
Note: Made me cry. But, more than that, evoked memories, certain memories.
The following days:
Everything was the usual. Except, me. I wasn't talking to my mom. I wasn't willing to. I wasn't going out. I wasn't willing to. I wasn't reading anything. I wasn't willing to.
Note: This wasn't solely because of those two instances. But, they did trigger it.
2nd November, 2011:
Mom couldn't take it anymore.
"What happened? Why aren't you talking? Did The Exorcist hurt you that much?"
I just nodded my head.
Note: Sometimes, just sometimes, Pretension is better than cure.
3rd November, 2011:
I finally opened up. Not completely, but at least, quite much. To her.
And she heard me. She advised me. She enlightened me.
Yes, it is true that I'd always known it, deep down. I just needed someone (even me), to remind me of it.
My friends asked me that day, "How are you?"
And I replied, "Phenomenal!" (Actually meaning it).
"What led to this?"
"A realization that I was capable of creating phenomena." :)
"Your answers are always vague."
Note: Never judge a person by his past.
"Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day."
P.S. Found yet more scraps of memories. Others' memories.
A strip of negative film on the roadside. I picked it up. There were pictures of a child's birthday party.
A dried up rose (on the roadside, yet again. :) ). Picked it up, too.
Flashback:
A few days before the 3rd of November, I suppose, the 31st of October and the days that followed.
31st October:
Afternoon.
14:15 hrs. There was a screening of the film, The Exorcist. I'd always wanted to watch it, but never really got a chance. I'd read the novel, too.
I did watch it. And I liked it. Just as I'd liked the novel.
Note: I did not find it scary. I found it depressing. The same as in the case of the novel.
Later that night.
I finally read The Memory Maker by Cecelia Ahern. Just 40 pages.
I'd always known the title was appealing. So was the story.
Note: Made me cry. But, more than that, evoked memories, certain memories.
The following days:
Everything was the usual. Except, me. I wasn't talking to my mom. I wasn't willing to. I wasn't going out. I wasn't willing to. I wasn't reading anything. I wasn't willing to.
Note: This wasn't solely because of those two instances. But, they did trigger it.
2nd November, 2011:
Mom couldn't take it anymore.
"What happened? Why aren't you talking? Did The Exorcist hurt you that much?"
I just nodded my head.
Note: Sometimes, just sometimes, Pretension is better than cure.
3rd November, 2011:
I finally opened up. Not completely, but at least, quite much. To her.
And she heard me. She advised me. She enlightened me.
Yes, it is true that I'd always known it, deep down. I just needed someone (even me), to remind me of it.
My friends asked me that day, "How are you?"
And I replied, "Phenomenal!" (Actually meaning it).
"What led to this?"
"A realization that I was capable of creating phenomena." :)
"Your answers are always vague."
Note: Never judge a person by his past.
"Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day."
P.S. Found yet more scraps of memories. Others' memories.
A strip of negative film on the roadside. I picked it up. There were pictures of a child's birthday party.
A dried up rose (on the roadside, yet again. :) ). Picked it up, too.
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