Memory Loss

Sometimes I forget that I have two aunts. After my mother it's been aunt G for me and it's as if the other one doesn't exist. The one who's my aunt G's twin, the one I remember as the silent as opposed to the talkative G, the one who took it badly that G got married but my uncles couldn't find a good match for her in time, who couldn't get along well with her resident sister-in-law and attempted suicide at least twice and had to be fished out of the well(I have dreamy memories of that), then got married into a torturous family(I remember her big-mustached) brother-in-law coming to my grandmother's place and Manjanna telling me that it was to extract money from my uncles), couldn't have children and that became the centrepiece of her existence...innumerable trips to fertility centres first and then to psychiatrists, apathy and even cruelty of her husband who is still well received in my native place because he's a cook and helps during functions, her demand she would adopt aunt G's daughter....but my defining memory of her is her standing in knee deep water in the canal hurling abuses at her parents, siblings and sisters-in-law one-by-one and me watching her from the banks, unsure if I should run home to fetch someone or stay put and watch over her...I think she is one memory all of us push to the bottom of our brains and it is strange and not so strange that I think of her much less than I think of my dead uncles. She's a living apparition.