It's the blaze across my night gown It's the phone's ring I think last night (you were in my dreams) You were driving circles around me
So what I do is, turn off the light. Turn the table lamp on, put my headphones on and blast melancholy music, close my eyes and weep; pretend I am on a sea beach, alone in the middle of the night. feeling sand beneath my feet, smelling the misty-salty winds, feeling my misty salty cheeks. I dance a little-like in a trance, realize what i am doing, laugh at my silliness and lay down.
Have you ever forgotten your ATM pin? I did once. I have had
been using the same combination for ages now, so I didn't need to put it now ,
I had thought I was immune, that I would never forget it.
On second thoughts, the thought of forgetting about it never
crossed my mind. Like the thought of forgetting your mother's name never crosses your mind,
you never forget it you never put it down somewhere to remember it.
I called up my dad and
asked him if he had the original docs and if he could help me with it. He told
me it will come to me, to not hasten it. He told me to allow my fingers to
remember it, go to the ATMs and try punching in the sequence. I laughed him off
at first but my unrelenting trust on my father's way of life took over and I did it, once/twice a week and
one day, it just came to me.
That was my eureka moment.
We live life like this, being used to things, getting
comfortable. Letting our bodies, learn our language. Letting our bodies speak