Evening at Zambezi River, Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, May 2015
and so does everything around... the situation, the people, the perspective, the needs.... and we too change.... the wise and courageous seek change.. because only change is constant!

Sunday, October 5, 2014

216. Is it my name?

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“What is your name?” someone asked.

I tried to remember, but could not.
“I don’t know”, I said.

“Where do you live? Where is your home?” he asked, in a soft voice.
I tried to remember but I could remember nothing.  
“I don’t know”, I was feeling ashamed to say so.

Another man came.  He held my hand, asked me few more questions. 
But I could add nothing more.

“Give a try, Uncle. Go down the memory lane. What do you see?” he asked me.
I could see nothing. I told him so.

“Alzheimer”, someone said.

Is it my name?  
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