As I close my eyes I feel the breeze gently blowing my hair. As I feel the breeze softly on my cheeks, I realise it has taken me
with it to another time. To another place. To the house I grew up in. To my Primary School.I can clearly see myself sitting in the
last bench in the Social Science class, the teacher reading out to us the definition of breeze,which I didn't quite get at that time.
I come home,ask my mother what a breeze is?
When does it blow?
I asked her to tell me the next time she sees there's a breeze so that I can remember what it is.
A few nights after, I see myself outside with my mother. Outside the house,near the fence,in the garden. The street is very dimly
lit,thanks to the broken streetlights. I had called my mother outside as it was the perfect night in every true sense. I realise
now, that I've always loved dimly lit spaces, maybe because of this very specific memory. As my mother came outside, we stood
next to each other and chattered happily. I told her Mummy what nice wind is blowing!!
She told me Beta this is what we call a breeze. I closed my eyes and took it in. "Oh God! I love Breezes..let them blow this way
the whole year..." I heard the banana leaves in our neighbour's house swinging softly due to the breeze, as if responding to my
thoughts. I felt as if the Universe was responding to my thoughts. I felt like God was right above us, looking, smiling.
I recall my closed eyes,my bliss at that moment,of knowing what a breeze is,of loving what I'd found out.
I recall my prayers at that very moment. I recall the feeling of content in me,of being ther with Mummy. Of enjoying and sharing
this moment with her.
And so, at this very moment, tears weel up in my closed eyes. Tears of mixed feelings of joy,gratitude and sadness.
Sadness,of knowing that this time has passed. The time has passed when I could stay with my parents as much I want,whenever I
want. The time of innocence. The time of getting angry with them if they weren't both sleeping with me in my room at 9'o
clock. The time I had my loved ones right beside me.The time I lived in a house I loved from the core of my heart, always
experimenting in it, always trying to make a tent with bedsheets. The time one of the most beautiful day of my life was because
of this breeze. The time I was the happiest, dancing in rejoice, when hearing the sound of my Papa's scooter at evening,rushing
to see of it was him or not.
Gratitude, to God, of giving me the priviledge to experience all this. Gratitude to God, that he has savoured this moment with
him.He sends me this memory everytime I feel low,or miss my home. Thank You, God, for answering my prayers that night, as
you have kept that night sealed in the breeze. You send it to me to remind me that even if the time has passed, the memories
are intact.
Thankyou, God for that night, and for the nights that followed, that made me a little, happy girl once more,
As I know,it's you with the wind,brushing me slightly, taking care of me in times my heart is the most sore.