Gabo is forgetting things….

Gabo is forgetting things…… Gabo once said that, all days are the same Tuesdays…. Am sitting now in this far eastern small town in turkey, smelling the same khushburnu chai(tea) , listening to the same old Turkish music, seeing the same faces talking to me…. its the third time i am here in this town, and it seems like life is becoming just another Tuesday….. Is it the eventual re-occurrence of things that makes us start forgetting, is it the same way we forget our breathing because of its eventuality and abundance  that one day we start forgetting about life too … can life be forgotten because of abundance of itself, like breathing…….?

Gabo is forgetting things… somewhere in Mexico, he stopped writing years ago, perhaps he is so busy creating worlds in his mind that he is forgetting there is a world outside of him too…. A world which still has the remains of the city of Macando… A world where the quarantined ship still is sailing somewhere in the Caribbean…A world where people like me still need butterfly houses to keep on dreaming more…

Gabo is forgetting things …. all the magical worlds created by him, all the butterfly houses will be forgotten by him. but why i am so concerned.. is it the fear of forgetting the worlds i have created in my mind for years and years that is troubling me? or is it the awareness that everybody starts forgetting someday…. Can someone really forget things….. He is still breathing but he is forgetting things…… Soon he will forget us all, perhaps he has already…  and we will forget him too and life will go on, without noticing…..

(To all my friends, colleagues, classmates, people i have drank tea with, to all of them whom i am trying hard, not to forget). 

PS:
Heard the news today that, Garcia Marquez most affectionately called by the name “Gabo” is suffering from Dementia. One of the best latin american writer with novels like “one hundred years of solitude” and “love in the times of cholera”