Somewhere In The Memories

Waking down the lane of memories, he realizes the structure is not burly. The bitter and cold atmosphere was slowly swallowing him. He can hear a voice calling him; It is his own voice when he was a kid. It was deprecatory. The path is slowly diluting in the fog, a fog of uncertainty, despair, and travail.

Nathan enters the fog by walking against the wall. It is an inauspicious phase he overcame. Now he is going back to confront the past. The past which he earnestly tried to forget. It was eating him all the time.

When Nathan finally came out of the fog, he found himself in an old room- an apartment in “away from home”, 48 Langoon street. The room was soaking away all the positive energy. It was demoralizing. There is no trace of color, only a paint duller than black and white. The city slept soundly, unaware of the barbarism experienced by a little kid. He was all alone in the room striving for food. He could not find any, so sleep took sympathy on him.

Nathan never wanted to wake up. It was the only time he could see his mother. He was always slammed for her death. She died in an accident trying to protect him. After her death, everything changed. His father was always in a state of oblivion. He tried to avoid reality and embrace the false life of a dream. He woke up by the slamming of the door. His drunken father used to come home in the twilight. The twilight that marks the start of the day that fills the heart with jubilation was not the same for Nathan. For Nathan, it was the opposite. He would simmer with fear.

Yes, now Nathan remembers everything. Tears rolled down as the 21 years old Nathan saw himself. Is it truly him? Is this the same boy who is now the talk of the town? Is the same boy everyone is applauding for his story?

The book that made him famous depicted the story of his childhood. People appreciate the way his word express their feeling. People were touched by the story: how a downtrodden boy went to jail; the way he was trying to publish himself. The pen named hid his identity. He was afraid that his past would drown him. People will not accept a criminal. How will he convince them he was unable to endure the torture. The readers are now eager to know the history of the author, waiting for another book.