Stay quiet! Let me hug you! We are creating a memory
What Was that Like? A Story About Creating a Memory
Memories never fade, looking at the stars tells you all that has happened, all that went by, and all the pains and traps that helped you grow.
Going haywire, Sumaina’s grandfather went berserk, trying to keep her grandmother’s pillow close to him, coddled with his legs on top of each other.
Sumaina walked backward, as the housemaids consoled him as he slept on his late wife’s pillow, she walked backward, she ran as fast as she could,
She ran and ran in her dreams, ideas, and all phases of time passed through her eyes, and then she stopped, and she met Ravi.
Sumaina in her embracing arms grabbed him by his arms. Ravi asks, “Will you ever cry when I die?”
Sumaina hugs him strongly, then Ravi with a giggle utters, “You don’t know the rules of romance it seems.” “You never watch romantic movies, the girl at this moment puts her palm on the boy’s lips and stops him.”
Sumaina in a deep embrace closes her eyes and lay still, Ravi gets concerned and asks, “Hey what happened.”
“I am creating a memory” she utters with a demure face placing it on his shoulders and teardrops trickle from her eyes.
Ravi places his head on her shoulders and they both hugged each other for a considerable time.
Prior to that incident, when her granddad started having a breakdown. After she asked, “Babu you have Grandma’s photo?”
He says to her, “It's in my mind, the most reliable place there is.” “What if you forget her?” She asks.
If I forget her, I will forget myself, it is better that way.
As time passes,
Pages unfurl,
Castles destroyed,
The body is deconstructed,
A web of lies deciphered,
Actions say louder,
All the bones will melt,
Face shocked and locked in time.
To not see and unseen,
For it knows we are victims of time and space.
Today we are, tomorrow we aren’t.
Follow the stories, and trap the moment,
Or the moment will trap you.
There is hope, but there is no permanence,
Can you survive just trepidations,
And not death, if there is a path to pave,
There will be a path eons long
And your dispersed pieces will fall on different,
shades of time like an inflated balloon,
But that has no meaning, how much helium you feed,
That airy rubber packet will fall one way or the other,
Even rockets and spaces crafts fall without fuel,
Everything that starts will end,
Before that happens capture time.
Before it catches you.
Maa! Sonia is calling you?, Sumaina shivered a little. pats her head a little. Her grandfather asks her, “You want to listen?” Sonia comes out crying with her teddy, holds her mother Sumaina by her legs, and shows the teddy’s fallen leg. Sumaina peeks a gaze.
And then looks at her grandfather, “I would love to Baba, but I have chores to complete.” Baba raised his eyebrows move his face a little, shrugged it off, as if he could care less, and started readying himself with the newspaper, he takes out his specs and rubbed his specs off of dirt and fingerprints has plans to read the entire newspaper today like every other day.
Sumaina goes back. She stops midway. She picks her small daughter Sonia up. And takes a step back, turns back, and says, “Baba!” Baba looks at her, and she says…………….. “Thanks!” Baba looks confused and then proceeds with reading the newspaper.
Baba asks, “Are you missing him today?” “Maybe a photo will help.” She turns back again, “He is in my mind, I can see him all the time.” Baba smiled at her. She smiled at him back.
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