Me and my uncle share a special connection. We’d meet at holidays once a year and that time proves to be a crucial time for me. He has three kids who are no different than the chipmunks, I be the Alvin. They turn my house upside down in front of my eyes and I could do nothing but change my positions sitting on my couch, trying to control my anger. While at the same time my uncle cleans out every eatable in my fridge.
I remember an incident from the last time he visited me. He needed a photograph for his passport and asked me to help him. I knew my life is in danger as it was his utmost duty to ruin family group photos every time. Even though, I agreed. I had to.
I take a glance of him through the lens of my camera. He is sitting on a chair with a broken leg (thanks to his kids) and looking right towards me. I notice some gradual changes in his appearance. His face turns more red and his eye-brows move some more towards his head and closer to his nose. His jaws seems like coming out of his skin. A thin red vein is visible on his neck and it feels stretched like a rubber band. His eyes bulge out even more as if he has seen a zombie coming towards him. He is still – I feel like he’d give a sound of ‘tunn – tunn’ if I hit him with a stick.
I was horrified. Before I could pull out my head and ask him, I hear a strange sound. Like someone has made a hole in a Tyre and air is blowing out with pressure.
I figured out, he just had his moment of clarity. Do you had ?
A post written in response to Daily Prompt: Moment of Clarity
Idea taken from a lesson in my Urdu book of 6th or 7th grade, I don’t remember now exactly.