Sometimes I Dream...

I fell into a lull as the flickering dimmed lights from the candles had shadows dance on the white walls.

My grandmother's voice rang sharply from the cassette tape that my mother had put into the tape recorder for me. Hearing the trills in the voice of the Indian chanter calmed me down. It would only be years later that I'd find out the beautiful lullaby was not sung by my grandmother, but by a famous Bollywood artist from the 1970's. Many years ago I came to the conclusion that this simple moment in time was my first memory.

The image of warm orange light from fire, and my mother rocking me; this is where my mind goes to when insomnia creeps into my dreams, when it harasses me to become aware of the darkness of the night.

Upon replaying this moment many a times, I finally find comfort, and what I remember of the lullaby caresses me back to slumber.