As I prepare for my trip to India 30 years later I’m trying to write down some of my childhood memories. Remembering is really an active and unfolding process. It is amazing how much of our lives are retained by our body and brain. It is as if every moment leaves a mark but it takes action to bring them back to life. This short short is about a visit to the Ganges River.
My mother was leading me, by my tiny hand in half-light, through crowded and narrow streets. We were groping towards the lapping edge of the Ganges River. As I was pulled forward, my head twisted from side to side as I strained to see everything unfolding around me. In spite of my age I sensed that those beside me were gripped with purpose.