Memories ..a never ending- ever changing saga

As i wished mom goodnight today, all of a sudden my throat choked, my heart sank and tears gushed into my eyes....I rushed to my room and sat down trying to figure out WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED?? My heart unspooled the memories it had bolted inside from so many years...A 3 year old me lying on the bed acting that i am asleep ...dad kissing me and his moustache prickling my cheeks which makes me squeal with laughter putting an end to my usual sleeping drama...Mom covers me with a red blanket with a baby animals print and till I am asleep dad is softly patting my forehead repeating these few magical words which i have heard all my childhood "mera chhota bhagwaan hai yeh"....The morning rush to school when i am literally howling till the first lesson comes to an end just because I had to leave mom dad at home...Coming back home and climbing in Akshay's arms and clinging onto him until i complete my day long saga of how i kicked that girl, gave a right answer and fed a puppy...As Akshu sits there having his lunch I admire this genius..he can complete all stages in mario...cycle without supporters and knows how to spell difficult words and he is a superman too - Yesterday he shouted at my neighbour because she twisted my arm during those It's- my-turn fights in some game...Though we also have our hair pulling-kicking- boxing- throwing things at each other fights everyday, He still will remain my SOLUTION AND CONFESSION MACHINE.....On this sunday morning I am with Akshu and two of my cousins in Nehru park trying to beat them at this obstacle race but howling when i get beaten by them, ultimately melting them and making them accept that they lost...Making dad agree to buy me ice creams (my loving eyes and puppy face works wonders with dad..ONLY dad)when i'm down with viral with the caveat that mom shouldn't have a slightest idea about this....

Back into my room I look at my books, my bed, my computer table and my phone...This is the present which will soon take its place in my heart and will be termed as memories...STRANGE....The more appropriate word would be CHANGE...yes that's the word..Now i get it.

Everynight i wish mom and dad goodnight, cover mom with a sheet, Switch off their mobile phone chargers, switch off the light, come back to my room and study. Talk to Akshay on the phone, ask him how his day fared and thanked God he came to Lucknow this month atleast I was able to see him once in two months. The next morning I hardly speak to dad in the 2-3 hours he gets before leaving home for work. The only words which break this silence is "tea is ready " or " the electricity bill is in the drawer" ...The day passes with the usual coaching - college-study routine..a variety of talks with mom- her treatment, some incidents which hurt her, talking of Akshay,some funny anecdotes, discussing Dad's health and behaviour,cousins who are all now busy in their lives and we try to wish each other on each other's birthdays atleast ,the list is endless....thinking...relaxing and discussing with my friends- my companions...It's impossible to conclude this here...It will continue till I am gone from this world .