whoa! It was a garden , the one he fleetingly remembered ,a remote memory; it slipped more out of mind the harder he tried to grasp the Sandgrain-vestiges of it.
It was hopeless ..but he could not rest either without placing it right . He knew it was unreal but he was curious and ,strangely, comforted by it.
Then came - sounds of laughter, as two childish silhouettes appeared . One blew soap bubbles and the other jumped and clapped them off . One bubble drifted along the breeze, went near the acacias on the tree .....and sat on them......
And the girl ....,a girl? Yeah, a girl! It was Jessy! Jessica ,he now remembered. He remembered, how she clapped when she saw the bubble alight on Acacia flowers and then he too clapped -
And now he found himself clapping and those around him looking at him .He smiled apologetically at his neighbours and then to himself. He was back on the bench where it all began and was waiting for her now. Waiting for who? He tried very hard to recall but he could not. he'd had a lapse again. then ,a bubble came drifting and he remembered,...
that it was his grandchildren playing bubbles and was supposed to take them back home.