If I could, I'd want to relive my childhood. Not because I have amazing and fun memories of it. It's because I don't remember any of it. Most of my childhood is just a blur of really funny and happy moments. I don't want to relive it for those moments; no I want to relive it for all those mundane moments. Moments where the maid combed my hair and tucked the hair behind my ear with it, just the way I like it. How my dad would feed me boiled eggs with salt and pepper as I hooked my shoes on because I was always late to school.
I want to relive my childhood so that I can see where all those scary memories came from. The memory of my parents fighting, memory of blood everywhere, memory of being bullied.
Some of my favourite memories from childhood are when my grandfather used to come pick me up from school. The school has huge jamun trees, so on the way back he would pick some of the fallen fruit which had not been walked on, wash it with water from my water bottle and then we would eat it on our way back home. We didn't speak much but we were just happy to see each other.
I remember him being hurt. I remember taking a glass of water and some cotton near him. I remember dipping the cotton ball in the water and then using the soaked material to clean the scratch on his arm. What I don't remember is how much was he hurt ?
Maybe they will always remain a mystery. Maybe they are meant to not be understood. Maybe that is the magic of it all.
One thing is for sure though, that I wouldn't change any of it.
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