A man who forgets his past completely is like an earth placed beneath a sky that is no more. Without the knowledge of a time that has passed before him, his life is a new start every morning, every hour, every minute.

In his dream, my dad often visits a city where all humans have forgotten their past. People meet and forget each other as soon as they meet. They commit crime and live at ease without the burden of sin. A friend of dad lives in this city and he visits him in dreams. He is a man with a round hat and a flat nose; slender and inclined towards the left as he walks. They have the ability to interchange external appearance between them.

So dad transmigrates himself into this new avatar whenever he needs to commit a crime, a sin, an act designed by the evil.  Identity is neither a topic of concern or study anywhere in that city. People, like tall trees that grow from the top to bottom, are unable to grow roots that could spread into the soil – memory and past unknown like the depth and warmth of that soil. 

In their land, clocks are fake devices that always lie by the empty half of their dials. An ancient clock tower now stands bewildered at the city centre like a stray dog, with its solitary eye broken by some atheist. 

The door to the tip of the human world is placed inside this city. People who have given up their all – pass through this city, lose their past and go in search of the tip of the world; the end of the materialistic world.

There, in stone and granite, the most humongous of all structures constructed in this world stands – the tallest of the tallest wall. Men and women who have completed their term of seven different lives in this world reach this city and pass through the door. While dad peeped through the door to see the wall, he saw old people trying to climb the wall to jump into the other world.

There is a sound in the courtyard and dad wakes up into his own time. Nothing has gone away, not even an inch of what was said or thought or felt till yesterday, nothing even from the scent of his dead mother – past, alive and bleeding like a deep wound.