snapshot

My fondest moment was nestled in my memory when I was only seven years old. This particular scene always crossed my mind every time the feeling of exhaustion paid an unprecedented visit.

Being born and raised in the country (when the internet was still a concept and electric iron is a rich man’s vanity) what we used to iron our clothes was the conventional iron with the burning coal.

This was the scene:

It was past eight in the evening. I was safely tucked in my bed and my mom was a meter away ironing our clothes. The local radio station was on and the nightly radio drama was playing. My eyes are now heavy as I was observing my mom tweak the coal inside the iron and carefully wiping the sides of the iron with a banana leaf . I asked my mom an animated question and she just smiled. The smell from the burnt leaf was so soothing and I closed my eyes... satisfied.

I just don’t get the reason why this particular memory was stuck in my head for almost 17 years now. In my whole life, I never felt so secured and satisfied. If I can only contain that moment and relive it all over again, I will do it in a heartbeat.

Funny to think that my most treasured moment was not from those flashy experiences like finding my first job or my college graduation. It’s this insignificant parcel of a night when a mundane work and a normal sleeping pattern conspired to make a treasured snapshot of heaven.

Maybe heaven is like that… simple photographs of ordinary moments made to last.

…just thinking aloud