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Daily Prompts: The first person I fell in love with at first sight

8 Dec

Daily Prompt: Childhood Revisited

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.

I had been wanting to do a daily prompt since long but never had enough time to justify it. But when I saw this prompt, I couldn’t just help myself. It has always been close to my heart.

The earliest memory? If I start delving into the intricateness of my hippocampus, I might come up with something else but the most vivid incidence I can reminisce is this one. I had just turned four. We were at my maternal grandparents’. All I did whole day was play and have fun with all my cousins and aunts. My mother had been almost forgotten by her only daughter. The same mother without whom I couldn’t spend a single moment didn’t even know if I was even home. But that dusky evening when a man-pulled rickshaw stopped at the front door and my mother climbed it, I latched on to her leg. My beautiful mother, my exquisite, flawless mother with her deep almond shaped eyes and her perfect rosy lips coaxed me. Aah she knew how to cajole me! She promised to be back by the time I finished my dinner and left. I was lost in my world again. Time passed and I started missing her. So, I finished my dinner. And I waited. Then, I waited desperately and then I cried. And then I yelped and nothing could help me. For some time everyone tried to win me over but then they all got busy. Of course! They had to. My mom was in labour. But who could explain it to me. I just wanted her. To hell with anything else! So, I was abandoned. I remember being alone in a dark room, face on bed. My teared face with dry skin sunk into a pillow. A pillow that muffled all my shrieks. My legs hung down from the bed. I felt I had lost my mother forever. I even wondered if she’d been kidnapped away. And then the phone rang! My aunt picked it up and hung it back in 30 seconds screaming out in joy!

“It’s a boy!”

I was searched for, cleaned and dressed up. “We are going to see your mother.” And I have never been happier (including when I kissed my boyfriend for the first time). My aunt gave me a glass full of milk to drink. I sipped and threw up in my mouth. “As soon as you finish it, we’re leaving to see your mother”. And it was down my throat in seconds. Next thing I remember I was walking into my mother’s room in hospital. She was stuporous but she kissed me and smiled. Nobody paid attention to her. Everybody was crowding a small crib in one corner of the room. I was called and I remember seeing him for the first time. My baby brother. The first person that is my love at first sight. The first person that made me feel big and strong. The first person that I could do anything for. He was small and tied up in all white. His skin wrinkled. His face congested. His eyes shut tight. The cutest, most little baby I had ever seen. My baby brother!

P.S. I don’t think there’s any reason to tell why this memory sticks to my heart. 🙂

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