Ever had your eyes locked in with someone else’s eyes?
As if your eyes were destined to get drowned into those other pair of eyes?
Felt like you traveled miles yet staying firm to where you were?
To me, it sure does.
Now that I have your attention, let me throw in a spoiler. The story I am going to tell you today is no way a romantic one.
I must have been 2 or 2 and a half. In those days, we lived in a home on a hill with a jungle stretching in the backyard. One afternoon, I was playing on my own in the rear part of the house. A net door was the defence the house had against the jungle in this part. That afternoon, as I was playing, my eyes fell upon a creature outside the net door. There was a magnificent black cobra harmlessly sitting coiled up, with its hood spread, gazing at me. For a moment which might have seemed to be an eternity, I remained unmoved without the slightest fear gazing back at the cobra. Nothing else existed in that moment, neither the house nor the jungle, not even the net door.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of fear and I ran inside the house with a screeching “Mummy saanp” (Mummy snake)
This incident has passed the test of times remaining imprinted on my consciousness and has been my earliest memory.
Do you have an earliest memory which can be termed as stranger than fiction?
This post has been written for Day 1 of the 7 day blogging challenge BAR-A-THON.
Today’s prompt is ‘Stranger than fiction’ and I have used the prompt as theme.
I am with Team #CrimsonRush
Linking this post with #MondayMusings hosted by Corinne Rodrigues