Reminiscing In A Sentence の小説・ストーリー

“Like you said, not all things go according to plans, that they have their own ways of complicating lives. But all things, the easy and the complicated, also have their own ways of serving their purposes, and it shall make everything make sense one day.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “You remembered,” she mumbled. Para siyang hindi makapaniwala na naaalala ko pa iyong exact words na sinabi niya sa akin noon. I can’t remember how old I was, but I was also amazed at how I was still able to remember it. Kahit iyong paraan ng pagsabi niya at iyoong boses niya mismo ay alala ko pa. “Hindi iyon nawala sa isip ko. Dala-dala ko ‘yon while I was growing up,” I replied.

"Right, Isla? I’m sure you and Kalix have... *new* memories. Kahit na sandali pa lang kayong magkakilala." Aba, sumusobra na 'tong ahas na 'to. Kung akala niya ay mananahimik lang ako habang nire-reminisce niya ang childhood nila, nagkakamali siya. It's time to go *Extra*.

Bawat sulok ng lugar na iyon ay may alaala niya. Yung counter kung saan siya na promote as bartender. Yung hallway na madalas niyang daanan. Yung exit kung saan kami nag-uusap kapag pareho kaming gustong umiwas sa ingay sa loob. Even the smallest things remind me of her. Minsan kahit simpleng baso lang na nakapatong sa maling pwesto ay naaalala ko kung paano niya iyon aayusin habang nagrereklamo sa ilalim ng hininga niya.

Sinulyapan ni Jan si Damian na ngayon ay nakangiting nakikipag-usap sa ibang mga doktor doon. “Siguro kung meron man, ang memorya niya.” “Paano’ng memorya?” Nagbaling uli ng tingin si Jan kay Analyn. “Maaaring hindi na niya maalala ang ibang matatagal ng nangyari. Siguro, makakabuti kung ikukuwento mo sa kanya ang magagandang memories na nangyari noon.” “Okay…” tumango si Analyn, hindi naman pala siya dapat sobrang mag-alala.

Pagkatapos ay ibinalik niya ang tingin sa labas at paulit-ulit na bumuga ng hangin. Ramdam niya ang malamig na hangin na dumampi sa pisngi niya. "Hindi ba sabi mo you wanted to forget? Kaya nga nagpunta ka rito sa Maine. But how can you forget if you keep reminding yourself sa mga nangyari?"

Hindi ko siya niligawan sa tunay na kahulugan ng salita pero pwede ko naman gawin ngayon. “Have you been like that before?” tanong niya sa akin. “I can’t remember everything. It’s always shaded. Some parts from a year ago, I remember. Some are still hiding behind like thin smoke.” “Thin smoke. Interesting…” “Can we change the subject of this talk?” she asked, then leaned on her chair. She started to relax.

As he followed the recipe they had perfected over time, he couldn't help but remember the laughter that had once filled this space. But as the minutes passed, the smile on his face began to wane, replaced by a cloud of sadness that descended upon him. The aroma of the food, the sizzling sounds of the pan – everything reminded him of what he had lost. He felt the weight of the empty seat across the table, a reminder that Summer was no longer there to share the meal with him.

Hindi niya alam kung bakit pero biglang may nakita siyang binata sa isip niya. "Your situation right now really reminds me of her," Lord Versailles continues. " Alzeihmer's was taking her away from me and yet what she told me changed my perspective. She told me that forgetting things was therapeutic for her in all the positive ways possible. She said that after everything, the most important thing is that by the end of the day, she knows that I'll be the one remembering. I'll be the one treasuring our memories together. She was assured that our love will not be forgotten."

"Hmm. And here I thought you never forget important things." Napalunok ako, pilit iwinawaksi ang init na unti-unting sumisirit sa sistema ko. "I—uh... I might need a little reminder." Bahagya siyang tumawa, mababa at puno ng panunukso. "Then maybe I should jog your memory... properly." Parang biglang nanuyo ang lalamunan ko, kaya napakagat ako sa labi bago pa muling magsalita. Ang hirap mag-focus—lalo na’t ganito siya kalapit. "W-What purpose?"

“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.”