‘I don’t know them…’
‘Raj. Look at me. I’m Tina, your wife.’
‘Yeah, Dad. This is Mom and I’m Monty, your son.’
‘Raj, are you sure you don’t recognize your wife and son? No recollection?’
‘Uhhh, I have no idea, doctor. I’ve never seen them before.’
I was four when I died for the first time. The village pond had beckoned me into its brown waters, promising me a gallant win in a game of hide-and-seek. I held my breath, only a fool wouldn’t have, before slipping into a murky slumber. They found me floating like a paper boat, ignorant and carefree. No pulse, no breath, gone from this world to another, goodbye baby Savi. Keep on Reading!
Ten fingers, ten toes, twenty reasons to avoid his gaze. I counted them with care, assuming he would tire and leave me to my eccentricities. But he waited, a wolfish greed gleaming in his eyes, marking its territory upon me. I was nothing yet everything, another half-pretty face cast away in an ocean of faces, the tides of time hadn’t been kind. No nail polish, I was allergic, it was a small price I had to pay. One, two, three, four…there I counted again, keeping to myself, wishing for sense to prevail…fourteen, fifteen… Keep on Reading!