Identity Crisis (Flash Fiction)

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My mind was like a carbon paper. Every thought that crossed it, left an inedible mark. I was thirty, so you can imagine the amount of thoughts my mind would have gathered till now. Even the counselor was surprised when I could narrate a childhood incident with equal ease like that of yesterday night’s dinner. 

 “No wonder you have had a nervous breakdown! It’s a case of system over load. “ 

“What do I do? I cannot forget anything. “ 

“Don’t worry your system has started doing that now. As it is running out of space to store memories it has begun to not save any new memories.” 




"What?” Surprise pretty evident in my tone. 

“Yes! You have forgotten your name. My assistant has been asking you for it since the time you have arrived but you have been unable to recollect it. Do you remember your name?” 

“Ofcourse! How can I forget my name? My name is…” and then a dark blanket of silence engulfs my memories as my mind wanders off to a time when I am 8. I can hear my mother call out to me, “Mamuni…..” 

“Mmaa..mamuni… my name is Mamuni.” I whisper in a trance.

P.S: Mamuni is a word of endearment used for a child in Bengali which when loosely translated means a mother's dear child.

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