In response to Dancing Elephants prompt 52 of 52
This story is written in response to the prompt “Walking down on
Memory lane”.
I love prompts like this that make me reminisce with joyful tears!!
I just followed the instructions here by Dr. Gabriella Korosi:
“Close your eyes and think about the sweetest and most beautiful Memory….What is the first memorable experience that jumps out at you?”
So here I am, closing my eyes in the ten-minute break between work, wondering what would be the first memorable experience my mind chose to throw at me.
I see her. My haven. Once my safe harbor. The place I kept going to as a teenager. Whether happy or sad, angry or confused, afraid or not, I saw myself sitting there with deep thoughts.
The moment I was there, my wavering mind almost always halted, and all I could feel was the unshakeable thought: Everything will be fine.
There was something so strange about this place that it always made me feel at the top of the world. It treated me like the most special person on this planet. Anything and everything that mattered to me counted: My thoughts, feelings, and desperate emotions that were waiting to burst. It made me believe the world is waiting for me to show up. It convinced me that I am enough!
No matter how I felt when I went there, I remember floating through cloud nine in seconds. I counted my blessings here. The joy of having a beautiful mom and my first card to her that said, “Thanks,” with a cute puppy face popping out of the red roses [But hey, I warned you I was a teenager 🙃]
I discovered the MTV music channel, the only thing that knew what I wanted: The power of English pop music!🤩
It saw my first heartbreak as I compared my feelings to the sinking Titanic, singing along with Celine Dion at the top of my lungs: My heart will go on. In my mind, nobody else was watching me [Remember, a teenager?! 😉].
I undoubtedly enjoyed my moments sitting in that place where the only thing in my control was the remote. I vividly remember the sad faces of my younger siblings, prettier than that puppy on the card. They would yearn for me to leave the place so they could watch some TV, too.
After every failed interview, it assured me, I was yet to be seen and my day would come.
No matter how I was when I went in, the place always made me feel elated. As I hopped on to it, the swinging motion of back and forth made me realize life’s ups and downs. All we ever have to do is just hang on to life itself and savour the present!
The beautiful bamboo swing that was hung in the center of our large living room was my happy place! A place, I would choose to be in a heartbeat.
PS: It went on to see my first love [not the puppy one 🤪], my first job, and many more life milestones. When my parents moved to a different city, they gave away the swing. I am sure someone somewhere is floating on cloud nine now 😆
© Tamil, 2023
A huge shout out to all the beautiful authors who made my morning:
An article about kindness by Annelise Lords points out there is no love without kindness:
How to react to someone who is crying by Libby Shively McAvoy is super insightful that says people who cry are connected to their higher self:
And here is a lovely one with a beautiful prompt from Suzie Alexander:
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