Remembrance

Sitting on a lonely bench on marine drive, a thousand thoughts drifted through his mind. Jim couldn't stop thinking. Sudden splashes of water waves seemed not to deter him by even by a blink. He remembered his dead parents in years. He wondered how funny it felt. He had almost forgotten them. He was lost. Lost in the comfort of plastic life. Hadn't he had so much free time, not a single thought would have come to his mind about his parents. He would have overgone any such memory.

The uninvited remembrance of his parents made him somewhat uncomfortable. He felt ashamed. Devastated. Defeated. Disturbed. It shouldn't have been happening this way. He should have become happy. The happiness of meeting an old friend. Or the happiness of finding a toy lost in childhood. Something was wrong. 

Self agonizing thoughts struck his mind. 'May be I should burn my hand with a Cigarette. Or cut my forearm. That big ugly scar would remind me of them. Always!' Insanity hit him. The more he thought about it, harder it became. He so wanted to relive this moment again and again though it's full of pain and agony. Deep down, somewhere in his heart, he knew this wouldn't work.