Dangerous place Nagaland as told by the guy who helped us. While he tried to sneak out our stuff like the sunglasses. Noticing that, we told him to leave. While Rohit tells us that the city actually has 4.5 star reviews, and it is one of the safest for mainlanders. Not cross-checking this fact made us the prey of the guy who tried to make a fool out of us. Well, such an ironic moment said I. “Wait when did we get here?” I asked my other friends Aryan and Rohit. They looked at me with an insomnius awe, “what are you talking about?” Said Aryan. “I am not kidding guys I genuinely want to know when did we get here(still confused and cut off from the past, can’t seem to find the exact moment of remembrance or a starting point of memory from my recent past)”. “Well of course we had a trip planned, first we went to Jammu & Kashmir, then Himachal, then Bhutan and finally North East now” said Aryan, now my mind while sending chills down my spine was utterly confused as to what is going on. My most recent memory being that in a room with modest interiors.
Next day, I only remember from my previous day that my memory is giving up on me as I asked my friends what happened the previous day(still shocked), now as we went along, the blur started to grow, and I suddenly started to think of how I always had a better intuition than memory. And now since it’s failing, all my precious memories that I have collected all along will be rendered unreachable….”what a pathetic fate” I murmured. While the world chess champion Magnus Carlsen having eidetic memory has both intuition and memory working for him, someone like Mikhail tal relies more on intuition than pure history of that position I said to myself, as I mentally prepared myself (not really) to face the world with only intuition and logic, and no memory of the past. Everyday, everything changed, a newly dusted blackboard.
While laying down, my heart starts pumping as fast as it could as the heart rate increases leaps and bounds as I feel the pounding without touching anything, get me the water I screamed!!! In the next moment, as I found myself in the room with the modest interiors, suddenly all things seemed to be perfectly put into their place in my memory. I had a clear idea of what happened yesterday! And the day before! And so on. The blur of the past transfigured into reality. How ironic I thought that I remembered the dream in which I lost my memory. This dream was something else. It poked right into the mother of all fears, fear of losing ourselves.