Remember me?

“What is your number?” a known face asked. My memory loss is legendary and sometimes I am at a complete loss. Like the fact that despite my best effort I just can’t remember the name of the person who asked for my number. Now, coming to my answer, I was about to oblige with the ten digits but then something happened. I just couldn't remember the number at all, I tried not once but thrice. But I just couldn't and had to take the help of a colleague who checked his phone to pull out my number. So much for my personal number?
Growing old, my biggest worry is that there might be a time when I’ll struggle to remember most things. I keep forgetting passwords at the drop of my hat. I forget directions; I fumble for names that should be on my finger-tips. Once, I even forgot my mailing address and goofed up with my neighbour’s address. Result was that he received the all important packet and the good thing was that he wasn't around. Hence, the packet lay orphaned at his letter box from where I sniffed it out. Gosh!
But there are some people who are exceptions in remembering details like my grandma who being not-so-educated still remembered every little bit in the lives of the people around. She was a living “Just Dial Service” for things varying from bus route numbers, birthdays, anniversaries, phone numbers blah blah. An attribute well-picked by her daughter and my mom, now. She is oh-so-good at remembering things and keeps sending me reminders through smses, phone calls or whatever she could think of , just to make me wish important people. Still, I fail her most times so much so that once I forgot my own birthday and when she wished me, all I asked, “Why today?”
On the contrary, me her progeny has failed to inherit this attribute of hers. I am so bad that often I can’t find things that I've kept safely, somewhere. Just because I don’t remember where I've kept them and so have no clue about their whereabouts. The day I accidentally bump into those, I am the happiest because I had lost almost all hope of ever finding them back.
Wish people had more empathy towards lost cases like me. More awareness has to be generated about the fact that people like me don’t forget, intentionally. Rather we make all the extra effort to remember, but we are less gifted and just ain't good at remembering. We mean no harm and neither are we careless. Our memory pulls us back and creates a blank spot that renders us helpless.
So next time you shoot a question, give me some time. And if still fail to remember, please don’t get mad.


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