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A Lost Spring
It's 5 o clock in the morning. It seemed the reddish light of dawn entered the house through doors and windows and was urging everyone to wake up. However, Apu got up by then. She saw grandmother was victualling the chirping birds in the front yard. The birds were strolling and eating with elation. She realize that grandma would go out for a walk now. It was November so it seemed to be a bit cold. Grandma was also wearing a sweater. Thus Apu rushed to the room to wear his sweater and hold her grandmother's hand to go for walk. While talking zestfully both went out.
Apu went for walk with her grandma regularly in the morning and sometimes in the evening also. Both ate together. One could not sleep without another. Grandma told her stories and fairy tales. A congeniality was developed between them. There was joy and happiness in the house.
In this way, fourteen years have been upheld. Apu was young then. She had many new friends and the picture of her grandma in her heart seemed to fade away day by day gradually. Now Apu would not come to grandma anymore. To stay away from loneliness there were so many things for Apu. She didn't need such a grandma's stories now and she could not remember walking in the morning holding grandma's hand.
After a few years, grandma died and the day passed on. Now she was twenty-four, and she had a corporate job now in the city. At first, everything seemed fine and going well. After marriage, she feels like floating in the middle of the ocean far away from the shore. But she was still busy with her work and family and when they got busy she kept herself away from loneliness through electronic devices and social media making virtual friends.
She was fifty-five then. She also lost her husband prematurely and her two sons resided outside of the country. There was no doubt that Apu was alone now. She realized that the virtual world of social media could not lift someone out of loneliness, it could not replace the real one to talk and share emotions.
She woke up early in the morning but there was no one to hold her hand to take her for a walk. There were lots of stories in her mind but no one to tell those stories. Birds sat on the tree but never hummed and danced in the yard. It was morning, it was evening, it was night but she could not feel the sentient in those. She feels like a machine getting rubbed with its parts.
One day she was sitting on the veranda trying to feed the bird. Seeing the joyful dance of birds she could feel her grandma sitting beside her feeding those birds also. the blue devil was visible in her eyes, thinking "grandma even had someone to walk with, to tell stories, to eat with.....but I never had that fortune. It seems to be the result of what I have done to grandma."
#creativewriting #shortstory #memories
© Bapan-Ray
Apu went for walk with her grandma regularly in the morning and sometimes in the evening also. Both ate together. One could not sleep without another. Grandma told her stories and fairy tales. A congeniality was developed between them. There was joy and happiness in the house.
In this way, fourteen years have been upheld. Apu was young then. She had many new friends and the picture of her grandma in her heart seemed to fade away day by day gradually. Now Apu would not come to grandma anymore. To stay away from loneliness there were so many things for Apu. She didn't need such a grandma's stories now and she could not remember walking in the morning holding grandma's hand.
After a few years, grandma died and the day passed on. Now she was twenty-four, and she had a corporate job now in the city. At first, everything seemed fine and going well. After marriage, she feels like floating in the middle of the ocean far away from the shore. But she was still busy with her work and family and when they got busy she kept herself away from loneliness through electronic devices and social media making virtual friends.
She was fifty-five then. She also lost her husband prematurely and her two sons resided outside of the country. There was no doubt that Apu was alone now. She realized that the virtual world of social media could not lift someone out of loneliness, it could not replace the real one to talk and share emotions.
She woke up early in the morning but there was no one to hold her hand to take her for a walk. There were lots of stories in her mind but no one to tell those stories. Birds sat on the tree but never hummed and danced in the yard. It was morning, it was evening, it was night but she could not feel the sentient in those. She feels like a machine getting rubbed with its parts.
One day she was sitting on the veranda trying to feed the bird. Seeing the joyful dance of birds she could feel her grandma sitting beside her feeding those birds also. the blue devil was visible in her eyes, thinking "grandma even had someone to walk with, to tell stories, to eat with.....but I never had that fortune. It seems to be the result of what I have done to grandma."
#creativewriting #shortstory #memories
© Bapan-Ray
