The Theory of the Memory Seeds

There can be so many kinds of memories. Some, we remember right from the moment of their occurrence, from the second of their birth till they fade a little, blur and transform into somewhat approximate versions of the original and keep walking with us. Then there is the form which we do not identify in the beginning as a possible memory. We hardly suspect that under some circumstances they will transform into something we will remember, leave alone having any notable influence on our lives.  They occur in a way, as casual as the start of a day. But just like a day, can silently spread over our lives and change it irreversibly. Here, in this story, I will be referring to this latter form of memory. The disguised one.

And you hardly expect memorable experiences in an IT life. Specially if you’re in a shuttle Sumo, chasing time to board a bus that will take you to that god forsaken barren land where the grand MNC stands unforgiving on the burial ground of  all that you ever thought professional life can be. Every occurrence, tiny or large, then seems to be completely incapable of morphing into any significant memory element.  

But then, this ignorant hopelessness is the perfect breeding ground of the memory seeds.

And so it was. A nonchalant glance, a simple question and a casual seeing off smile, all perfectly packaged into a healthy seed and carefully planted underneath layers of rusting consciousness.