Our memories are stored as images in our grey cells in the brain.
|With my eyes glued to the tank, I sat watching my favourite gold fish. In the rectangle shaped fish tank along with the pair of gold fish, three more pair of black and white molly also lived.
Within a month, the black and white molly grew into a large school. Though I know that it is quite difficult to breed gold fish in a tank, I never stopped searching the tank for additional number of gold fish.
One day after finishing my household chores, I sat near the tank to watch my favourite pair. The two went on swimming all around the tank and they never stopped to send back my glance. At the middle of the tank, there was a miniature house built with broken ceramic tiles.
The miniature house looked cute with its single door entrance and the two open windows below the sliding roof. The house even had a chimney. Little black and white mollies will always swim into the house through the single door and will come out of the house by swimming through the little chimney. It will be always a fun for me to watch the mollies swim like this.
To my surprise, on that day, one of the two gold fish tried to enter into the house through the single door. The mollies looked tiny and thin. So, they can easily swim in and come out of the house. But, the gold fish looked plump and round. The tail fins glistened bright and I loved to watch the gold fish moving the fins with grace.
The plump gold fish tried to enter the house through the door. But, he could only peep inside. He tried his best to swim into the house. After several attempts, he nudged inside the house, through the door. Unfortunately, he got stuck in the middle. Seeing him struggling, I tried to help him. With my two fingers I pulled him back holding the tail fin.
The tail fin slipped from my hands and I did not want to hurt the fish by tearing away the tail fin. I helplessly watched the gold fish that struggled to come out of the miniature house. For some time there was no movement from the fish.
My eyes stared at the fish for a while. I could not think that the gold fish was dead. Few seconds later, the other gold fish came there swimming. It looked at the silly gold fish that was struggling. It gave a push at the tail fin. To my surprise, the gold fish was pushed into the house. But, it got captured inside the miniature house.
I slowly lifted the roof of the miniature house and helped the gold fish to swim back into the tank. The other one joined the pair and they started to swim to the other end of the fish tank.