Alternate Vision

A fleeting glimpse of a past memory, think it was of the Jain family, swirls through my head. Sudden rush of cold air permeates through my every cell. I can see Mrs. Jain, Aditi and a little girl too. But, but, she doesn't have a little sister? It feels wet. Yes, its wet everywhere. Sid slams through the front door with diyas in hand. Wait, is that Sid? Its hazy..too hazy. I become gradually aware of the subconscious sensation of being wet,cold....motionless almost. A four door bathroom, fluorescent lingerie and more diyas. Everything, including my perception of reality, or lack there of...still a haze. Suddenly, I feel the unbearable urgency to tear through this hypnotic web and climb out of this vortex. Its like an altered state of awareness. I can't seem to move an inch. Like a case of pins and needles that ties your whole body down..as if to torture you...ever so slowly. As each second passes by, Sid inches closer and closer, with diya in hand. I still can't move . I see someone behind him. Its amma. She sings the sweetest melody,.an audio lotion. Calmness prevails all of a sudden. As the subtle sounds of this melody rings through my head, the hazy vision clears..fade to black..