Walking Down The Memory Lane

At the very outset, let us travel down the poem composed by Spandan Bhattacharyya:

Travelling down the memory lane is not all black 'n white.

Travelling down the memory lane is not all lacking light.

Travelling down the memory lane is not eye filled with tears.

Travelling down the memory lane brings fresh and soothing air.

Travelling down the memory lane is college, fun and friend.

Travelling down the memory lane is full of curves and bends.

Travelling down the memory lane is a test of time and mind

Travelling down the memory lane is a joy of it's kind.

Poet: Spandan Bhattacharyya

Gone are the days, the memory days which lingers deep in my heart, several years have passed, numerous changes have taken place in the world but it is unforgettable and worthy to erase off of my heart. The memory that I wanted to live with in my whole life is the golden moment that I shared with my families, especially with my only brother which date back to more than five years now.

It took place in Imphal, Manipur just before I start my sojourn in the metropolitan city i.e. New Delhi. We live in a small building where there is hardly enough space to keep household furniture. Me, my mom and my brother were the people who stay in that souvenir building. My brother totally have a different life style compare to me and my mom. We hardly have a conversation nor talk much with each other as he was enjoying his Independence to its fullest. My mom, who keep on prayer for my brother used to narrate our childhood stories, i love listening to such a lovely stories. She sometimes don't know how to pray as she already/repeatedly asked what she wanted from God, that is for my brother to change his style of living. As far as I am concern, I was wordless and just keep watching to his life. At last, we don't know what to do or say except praying for him.

And the time comes

By the early part of 2004, my brother gradually started complaining some problems in his health, the illness keep growing, after 20 to 30 days, he was hospitalized. As his health was gradually deteriorating, he come to realized that his is going to release his soul. He starts inquiring about the whereabouts of my mom, my sisters and me. He wanted to listen to the word of God. Just before he release his soul/life, he accepted Jesus Christ as his saviour and asked forgiveness to all of us for his behaviours during his days on earth. Then, he smilingly closed his eyes and left the earth.

Though I lost my beloved brother, I neither cried nor sad. Because of his words just before he died. This is the moment that will live in me till I die.

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T. Zamlunmang Zou

New Delhi, India