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Father wondered off his nose continously aroused by the familiar scent, which seemed to interest and help fixate his penetrating gaze.Far too many a time I often thought deeply on how his endless observance had affected my childhood. How his ever enquiring mind constantly drifted off, practically walking off this Earth as we knew it. Like a dreamer, being led; surrounded by an array of adventure, child-like mischief & longing that seemed to marinate the air, a world in which he liked to call his own.I wonder what it led him to? What memories spiced his mind? Was it that he was just a senile, old age man trying to regainr long forgotten things constantly popping into his mind? Or An untalked about family secret? Who knew.. I thought hardly. Why when on those endless, mosquito dancing summer evenings, as Father & I had liked to retire to the park. Yet, depending on his mood at any moment he would either enthusiastically motion to me, to entrance with him into a most enjoyable game of football. Or there were those times when precious father-son moments like these had gone wasted to his mind in a sudden, dream-like state. Just sitting, silent his mind paralysed from the rest of his body. Liguster prioritised his mind, Father as usual seemed to be eloping into thought, hoping to uncover some hidden secret behind this all, that only he knew, or was it that he was the only one who thought it actually existed?Maybe, this was his own, little, childish secret that only he knew in this complex world, that only he like a child was not willing to share..Something that he could take his mind off of, something to think about, somewhere to go, escaping his lack of interest in a job evidently took because of his spoken tongue. German. Coincedentally, Father had just announced that he was off to London for a few days. A bulb flashes in my mind, maybe, just maybe London & Germany to him are more closely linked than I think. ''Do we have a contact for you there by any chance?'' My wife enquires being the well organised female that she is. We have all engaged in English now. ''Yeah, Father's off too memory lane.'' I remark, whilst staring at my alienated Father all the while hoping I get a reaction from his one too often visits to memory lane.''Exactly.'' He states with a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice, but I can really see that a cool wave of recollections & remenisents are swimming in his mind.I wonder. Just stop & stare. If father we'll ever lead me into that world, the world that stole that innocent union in which we once shared. -

Sumera