the moment

There was a moment.

A moment which was precious. I don’t know how everything around me must have been. The same sun must have been around; the same wind must have blown softly. In my head all must have been milky white maybe. White clear, I must have been breathing much comfortably back then and feeling so much lighter. Back then when I had no past.
There was a moment, when I had no past. My life was a clean slate. And all that I turned to were my parents. And I listened to them. And I did not ask any questions. No doubts in my head, my world was infinite and encapsulated in their words.

I don’t remember that moment. But it was the seed to the world I am now living in.