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Some events of despair
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The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories wandered all around.l have been looking for years through my windows for anyone in the old house nearby but found none yet.
For a couple of days I had a slight warmth and I stood and sometime lay beside watching it so closely.
Memories waved inside me by which I try to conceal.A gentle breeze enter through the doors and windows which makes me feel different..
My laziness in reading ,lessen my collection of books.I tried to cope up with my interest which always goes moving something particular.but I never wrote a single word yet.
As I had gone through my book of interest suddenly a letter strike in my hand.The letter which was sent to me by the same woman who was needy at the sametime greedy .she was really the owner of that old house.
There were days which she shouted against her daughter- in- law regarding the ownership.I saw many times her flowing eyes and found her sobbing.she stood many times in a miserable condition by which I adviced her to involve in gardening and slowly to develop a farm in front.
I also dreamt that she makes her own earnings that only a few knows about.I frequently visited her farm to see the improvement.Her husband is running a business in the town.
As her farm flourished they shifted to the town.I felt relief because of the difficulty setforth due to them had come to an end.
As she was the only person residing there,I offered help sometimes.Once I went there and asked"had everyone gone?"to my question she suddenly surprised and answered"Those who don't love the house and don't want to maintain the house ,let them exit"".It is better if you try to make them understand"I said in a low voice."No I don't want.They are not children but grown ups ,let them go somewhere! I don't bother"I understood that she was trying to make the matter upside down! but really I am very sorry for thinking and saying a word against a woman of that age.but I can't turn my face against reality.
As years passed,she was caught by the disease of lung cancer and hospitalized for four years meanwhile
she continously made calls and wrote a letter to me asking about her house!She wrote that all her two sons and daughters frequently visited her and one stayed with her in the hospital.
Years of storms and flood caused much damage to her house.Her two sons were working abroad and others were settled far.Once I heard the news of her death .But her house?
Still no one came for ownership?Number of years passed! still this dialapidated house cling me to get her memories...caused me pain...
sound of shouting and crying..This air is not free from that sadness and cruelty.Who can save it?
Every evenings than mornings reminds me that.sometimes I think who can ever heir the land owned by God? How long can we heir? or hold anything in this wonderful earth....?
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© Uma.V.S
The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories wandered all around.l have been looking for years through my windows for anyone in the old house nearby but found none yet.
For a couple of days I had a slight warmth and I stood and sometime lay beside watching it so closely.
Memories waved inside me by which I try to conceal.A gentle breeze enter through the doors and windows which makes me feel different..
My laziness in reading ,lessen my collection of books.I tried to cope up with my interest which always goes moving something particular.but I never wrote a single word yet.
As I had gone through my book of interest suddenly a letter strike in my hand.The letter which was sent to me by the same woman who was needy at the sametime greedy .she was really the owner of that old house.
There were days which she shouted against her daughter- in- law regarding the ownership.I saw many times her flowing eyes and found her sobbing.she stood many times in a miserable condition by which I adviced her to involve in gardening and slowly to develop a farm in front.
I also dreamt that she makes her own earnings that only a few knows about.I frequently visited her farm to see the improvement.Her husband is running a business in the town.
As her farm flourished they shifted to the town.I felt relief because of the difficulty setforth due to them had come to an end.
As she was the only person residing there,I offered help sometimes.Once I went there and asked"had everyone gone?"to my question she suddenly surprised and answered"Those who don't love the house and don't want to maintain the house ,let them exit"".It is better if you try to make them understand"I said in a low voice."No I don't want.They are not children but grown ups ,let them go somewhere! I don't bother"I understood that she was trying to make the matter upside down! but really I am very sorry for thinking and saying a word against a woman of that age.but I can't turn my face against reality.
As years passed,she was caught by the disease of lung cancer and hospitalized for four years meanwhile
she continously made calls and wrote a letter to me asking about her house!She wrote that all her two sons and daughters frequently visited her and one stayed with her in the hospital.
Years of storms and flood caused much damage to her house.Her two sons were working abroad and others were settled far.Once I heard the news of her death .But her house?
Still no one came for ownership?Number of years passed! still this dialapidated house cling me to get her memories...caused me pain...
sound of shouting and crying..This air is not free from that sadness and cruelty.Who can save it?
Every evenings than mornings reminds me that.sometimes I think who can ever heir the land owned by God? How long can we heir? or hold anything in this wonderful earth....?
.
© Uma.V.S
