Reminiscing In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Nagpumiglas ako pero sadyang mas malakas siya dahilan para sapilitang maupo ako doon sa upuan at sumimangot. "Ayaw ko nga kasi," ungot ko at akmang tatayo nang hinila na naman niya ako dahilan para maupo ulit ako. "Sige na. Remembrance." Pagpipilit niya pa at hinawakan ng mahigpit ang kamay ko para hindi ako makaalis. "Anong remembrance ka dyan? Bahala ka sa buhay mo! Dinadamay-damay mo pa ako sa kakornihan mo e," reklamo ko at inis na napakamot sa aking noo.

Napa-iling na lang ako at marahang napatawa sa sinabi niya. Nag-usap kami ni Remus at napansin ko na mas matangkad na talaga siya sa akin ngayon. Nag kuwento lamang siya ng tungkol sa naging past life niya roon sa dating tini-tirahan at dating eskuwelahan niya. Maya-maya pa ay nagpaalam na siya sa akin at babalik na lamang daw siya bukas. Bitbit ang ngiting ibinigay sa akin ni Remus, ay pumasok na ulit ako sa loob ng bahay namin at dumiretso papasok ng aking kuwarto.

“I don’t… I don’t remember that.” A cold dread snaked through me. That hiking trip was etched in my memory. Thea’s infectious laughter as she emerged, mud-splattered and triumphant, her hair a tangled mess. It was a memory we all shared, a cherished moment of friendship. And she… she didn’t remember it. “How about that time we snuck into the abandoned cinema?” I tried, my voice trembling slightly. “You were the one who found that old projector, remember?” Again, the same blank stare. “No… W-Wala rin akong maalala tungkol do'n. Sorry.”

He doesn't want to have false hope but wishes his instinct was right. "AMELLA, bakit mo ba ako pinapunta dito?" nakangusong reklamo ni Shane sa akin, matamlay na na-upo ito sa upuan sa harap ng aking desk. "You know what Shane, I think my memory is not progressing anymore and I am still stucked, I don't remember anything yet," matamlay ko din na pahayag sa aking pinsan sabay hilot ng aking sentido. "Hmm, so you called me here... for that?" Tinaasan ako ng kilay ni Shane.

Tumaas ang isang kilay ko, at halos nadaganan yata ako ng isang malaking bato. "A what?" naguguluhan kong tanong sa kanya na ikinatakip niya kaagad ng bibig. "Do I not tell you or did you forget about our pep talk about this?" masungit niyang saad sakin habang papasok naman ng pinto ang bisita. And as if on cue flashbacks of last year bring my memory back. Nahilot ko kaagad ang sintido ko at tumalikod sa kanila upang mglakad palabas ng pinto.

Kumakain na sila. “Kanina sa burol ay maraming senaryo akong naisip kaso mabilis naglaho. Magulo kasi at hindi ko alam kung paano balikan,” kuwento niya. “That’s a good sign. Meaning your mind starts recalling your lost memories. Next time, pupunta naman tayo sa ibang lugar na madalas nating puntahan noon.”

malamig nitong wika bago humarap sa kaniya. “I’m reminiscing,” nakangisi niyang sambit. “This place holds a special place in my heart. This is where we first met—where we spent countless hours together, laughing, eating, and making memories. After hanging out here, we’d always end up at a bar for a few drinks. Don’t deny it, āsshōle. I know you haven’t forgotten the memories we shared in this place.” Natahimik bigla si Zachary. Mayamaya pa, dahan-dahan na itong umupo sa platapormang inaapakan nila. Natawa siya bago walang nagawa kundi ang umupo sa tabi nito.

“Oo nga pala… bakit hindi ko nakita ang akin dyan? Naging kliyente mo rin naman ako, ‘di ba?” “Hmm? Oh, I kept it in my own drawer,” sagot niya. Napataas ang mga kilay ko. “Bakit?” Nagkibit-balikat lamang siya. “Remembrance.” “Remembrance for what? Para maalala mong naging kriminal for once ang asawa mo?” Umiling siya saka ngumisi. “It’s a reminder to me of how we first met. Of how far we’ve come together. Fascinating, right?”

It was like a film reel in my mind as well. I closed my eyes and started to take in everything. The laughter, the arguments, the stolen kisses, the sex we had in this car—they all flashed back in my mind. Bakit ba kailangan ko maalala ang mga ito? I know I always reminisce about the past, but why should I reminisce about it when I am with him? Parang gusto ko na lang umiyak. My emotions, I could tell that everhthing inside me is in turmoil.

Nandoon ang mga nakaraang hindi na nila mababalik at mga nakaraang iiwan na lamang sa limot. Memories, like fragments of a forgotten melody, weave the tapestry of our lives. They are the elusive ghosts of our yesterdays, lingering in the recesses of our minds, waiting to be summoned by a scent, a song, or a fleeting glimpse of the familiar. The past, with its palette of emotions and experiences, shapes who we are today. In the quiet moments, we find ourselves drifting back, tracing the contours of our memories like fingers on an old, weathered photograph.