I used to be told that hiccups are reminders of someone remembering me. And I loved that idea. I used to love that I can be remembered, in whatever snippets of mine etched in someone's memory. They could as well have been rubbed and slithered away from mine but someone, somewhere remembers it and remembers me. And the forgotten parts of me still live, giving me life. But, in order to stop the hiccups, you needed to guess the name of the one remembering you. Ofcourse, they never stopped even after me having taken a dozen names, except just one. The one that I so wished would be the one. And so, I used to stop and never take that name, simply because there was a part of me who held hope and another, who held fear. Fear of the hiccups not stopping. And now, I don't take any names. I like the possibilities life holds and hides. Life gives possibilities. Life gets possibilities. #jug_days #possibilities #hiccups
