Lara Zuberi's Blog - Posts Tagged "bottle"

I remember it so well, the day you were born. I remember how soft your skin felt against my cheek, and how your tiny pink fingers wrapped around mine. I remember your first cry, your first smile, your first step, your very first word.
My memory is good, but I wish it was better. I wish I could remember every minute detail-not just the cry but the sound that preceded it; not just the smile, but every laugh that accompanied it; not just the step, but every stumble before it; not just the word, but every sentence that followed it.
I wished at times, that I had a glass bottle, so I could pack all the moments within it, where I could see them, stacking them neatly one on top of another, and I wished I had a cork so I could lock them inside.
I have come to realize that there is a glass bottle, but there is no cork. Some of the old memories have to go to make room for the new ones. There is something remarkable about these moments that escape, though. They do leave traces behind, so that even if the moments are forgotten, the joy that accompanied them remains as the residue, and colors the glass bottle, beautifying it for years to come.