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Dreams can sometimes take you back in time. Memories make you live through the past; they’re really a time machine. I sometimes wonder if I could ever go back in time, where would I really go?
8th grade? Or maybe Kindergarten? Perhaps before school was even a thing. Maybe I’d go back to my second birthday. My life, and I reckon, every life ever lived is a collection of moments, of heartbeats that keep replaying over and over in our heads like a broken cassette player. That reminds me, my parents owned a cassette player. That’s where I first heard “Amay Bhashailire…” and started humming it over and over, just like a broken cassette player.
My memories are now spiraling. If I went back in time, where would I really go? If I went back to being a kid, the shivers that ran across my spine on January 22nd, 2025, would no longer exist. If I rewind a few years, I still won’t have the friend I no longer have with me, but I miss them like a little kid. I’m an accumulation of heartbeats too many. And wherever I go, I lose some part of me.
All the places I run to have no room for me. All the people I used to be are other people, shadows. They’re not me. So, if I ever did go to the past, I’d never find me. So, whenever I need to see you, I’ll only turn to my dreams.
This was written by our contributing writer, Shams Seraj.
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