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Flash Back - A Part Of Life
This story is narrated by Mr. Tushar Nerurkar which his imagination with true characters.........
Summer vacations had begun. I was excited as his father had finally received holiday this year. His parents decided to go native place where they didn’t go since 10 years. Me and my little sister started packing up my clothes, games and some favorite books.
We boarded into the train and our journey towards our village started. After 12 hours we reached our destination and were very happy to our house. Our house was made of mud walls and floors with roof made of tiles. Our house had 2 big rooms with hall, kitchen, a big veranda and a basement which was locked since my grandparents passed away.
One day, my mom and dad went to fields for some work. My little sister and I were playing in veranda with ball. After some time her friends came and took her for playing. Then I just sat on swing reading my favorite book. I read the book then started roaming in house. I was bit curious of that basement. So I just went downstairs toward basement. There was lock on the door. I tried to open with the keys which were kept in drawer and that door opened. I just put on the flickering light. The room was not opened past 10 years so it was full of dust, cobwebs, old newspapers, old books, broken old chairs and furniture. Halfway up, I saw big old suitcase i.e. trunk at the corner of my vision. The trunk was full of dust so I cleaned that with my handkerchief which was coincidentally in my pocket. I opened that trunk I was shocked. An empty suitcase with full of memories…. There was grandpa’s photo of his young age, grandma’s photo her marriage, grandpa’s shawl and tobacco pouch, grandma’s old gold bangles which was gifted by her mother in law, my father’s favorite childhood ball, my childhood photographs, my shells, marbles. I was amazed and started playing. Meanwhile, my mom came downstairs searching me. She scolded me a lot because it was strictly warned not to go in basement. I started crying as she took me upstairs.
I had my food then I went into my room. There was one cupboard. I opened that cupboard‘s drawer were I kept all my old books. There I saw a one book which was connected to someone…. That someone was none other my childhood best friend Vinayak. We both used to roam in fields. We used to draw pictures, play cricket and even we had stolen an ox shoe and bell of our neighbor‘s ox and even specs of my grandfather. A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies. Tear roll down my cheeks as I remember him. I remember all that funs which we both used do in vacations. Then I rush to Vinayak’s house. I knocked the door. Vinayak’s father opened the door and I went inside sat on chair. His mother gave rawa ladoo which I liked the most of his mother’s hand and kokum sherbet. I asked his mother “Where is Vinayak?” Tear rolled down her face. His father answered “Vinayak is no more. He passed away 1 year back. He attempted suicide.” The messages added salt to wounds…. I was shocked and I rush to my home.
I felt overwhelmed with grief. I involved into the memories of my and his childhood that we spent together.
To be continued……………..
Summer vacations had begun. I was excited as his father had finally received holiday this year. His parents decided to go native place where they didn’t go since 10 years. Me and my little sister started packing up my clothes, games and some favorite books.
We boarded into the train and our journey towards our village started. After 12 hours we reached our destination and were very happy to our house. Our house was made of mud walls and floors with roof made of tiles. Our house had 2 big rooms with hall, kitchen, a big veranda and a basement which was locked since my grandparents passed away.
One day, my mom and dad went to fields for some work. My little sister and I were playing in veranda with ball. After some time her friends came and took her for playing. Then I just sat on swing reading my favorite book. I read the book then started roaming in house. I was bit curious of that basement. So I just went downstairs toward basement. There was lock on the door. I tried to open with the keys which were kept in drawer and that door opened. I just put on the flickering light. The room was not opened past 10 years so it was full of dust, cobwebs, old newspapers, old books, broken old chairs and furniture. Halfway up, I saw big old suitcase i.e. trunk at the corner of my vision. The trunk was full of dust so I cleaned that with my handkerchief which was coincidentally in my pocket. I opened that trunk I was shocked. An empty suitcase with full of memories…. There was grandpa’s photo of his young age, grandma’s photo her marriage, grandpa’s shawl and tobacco pouch, grandma’s old gold bangles which was gifted by her mother in law, my father’s favorite childhood ball, my childhood photographs, my shells, marbles. I was amazed and started playing. Meanwhile, my mom came downstairs searching me. She scolded me a lot because it was strictly warned not to go in basement. I started crying as she took me upstairs.
I had my food then I went into my room. There was one cupboard. I opened that cupboard‘s drawer were I kept all my old books. There I saw a one book which was connected to someone…. That someone was none other my childhood best friend Vinayak. We both used to roam in fields. We used to draw pictures, play cricket and even we had stolen an ox shoe and bell of our neighbor‘s ox and even specs of my grandfather. A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies. Tear roll down my cheeks as I remember him. I remember all that funs which we both used do in vacations. Then I rush to Vinayak’s house. I knocked the door. Vinayak’s father opened the door and I went inside sat on chair. His mother gave rawa ladoo which I liked the most of his mother’s hand and kokum sherbet. I asked his mother “Where is Vinayak?” Tear rolled down her face. His father answered “Vinayak is no more. He passed away 1 year back. He attempted suicide.” The messages added salt to wounds…. I was shocked and I rush to my home.
I felt overwhelmed with grief. I involved into the memories of my and his childhood that we spent together.
To be continued……………..
