It’s been a beautiful day. I love days like these when I shun all cares; like the solitary nightingale that I see often. It sits in silent repose & enjoys the sunsets & the sunrises. It doesn’t have chores to attend to. It doesn’t have dreams to chase. It’s just there enjoying the moment. I wish I could know what thoughts run in its little brain.

I did not, however, think of the nightangle when I was sitting in the fields drenched in rain. My toes were touching the tips of bitter-gourd vines. My eyes were fixed on the numerous swaying date palm trees. The piercing & cold rain drops often made my skin twitch. The gusty wind made me shiver. But everything was percious – the sights, the smell, the feel. The only thought that ran in my mind was how it all won’t last forever. How I won’t last forever. How this memory won’t last forever. It didn’t make me upset. It just made me realize the worth of it all.

As I recall the moment now, it feels like a dream already.

Two years ago, I stood alone in the rain and made a wish to possess the moment. I wouldn’t have remembered it if it hadn’t been for this diary entry:

It’s a beautiful feeling to stand alone in the rain and enjoy the sunset. The smell of the wet soil, the music of the rain-drops falling down, of birds chirping and of leaves rustling. The sight of pleased cows grazing in the green fields…unworried and unconcerned. The feeling of the cool but soft and gentle breeze on the skin. The innocent wish of possessing the moment, and of absorbing all the beauty, the calmness and the peace. What a beautiful time to close ones eyes and exhale the worldly worries and the sullen thoughts. What a beautiful time to feel the beauty of Life. What a beautiful time to remember God.

I can’t recall how I was feeling then. I have some idea. I can form a picture in my mind but I wish I could have the same feelings again.

What if I had never written about that sunset? My episodic autobiographical memory isn’t self-motivated it seems.. =)