Describe your life in an alternate universe.
A tune played on a synthesizer was revolving around my mind; sometimes it was subtle, playing slowly in the back of my mind and sometimes it was a part of my primary thought. In past I had learnt the instrument, for a certain period I was even quite serious about it. I would say it is what led to me make listening to music a hobby.
The reason I was remembering the playing of synthesizer, was because of what had occupied the centre of my attention. It was a drawing that I was holding in my hand. The sheet it was drawn on had aged with time, losing most of its white. The single crease that had formed in the middle from being folded was a permanent addition now. I had drawn it in my childhood, drawing of a life I thought I would have as time would pass and I grew up. It had me, my family, everyone was happy and smiling. It had a beautiful background with grass, trees and birds, a portion of a pond was visible too. The drawing had somehow captured the emotion of a child perfectly.
I guess like any other child I had also thought that there was no end to happiness and as time will fly, life will just continue to be better and better. Well, I was somewhat right, as long as you choose to be happy, happiness will have no end and if you keep working hard to make your life better then it will keep getting better. Sadly, my biggest miscalculation when I made the drawing was that the people you love don’t live forever, no matter how much you want them to. It is not until late when one realises the things that remained to be done and the words that remained to be spoken.
An alternate life, whose possibility remains very much within the realm of my imagination, is what I would call a life I don’t and won’t have… a life which isn’t mine anymore… because the time has passed. I would lie if I said I have no qualms about how a few things turned out, but the person I am today is because of everything happening just the way they have happened. But, if I ever have to think of an alternate life, then it would be one in which I would want to realise the mortality of humankind sooner and what it meant… so that I could spend more time with the people I love, who are no more I my present life…. and understand and cherish the bonds I have with them to greater depths.
Early Morning Memories 
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