Monday, October 25, 2010

an extract from my new story " her life's music"

We went to take a walk together.

Once, dad and she went to take a morning walk. I decided to stay back. Five minutes after they had gone, I regretted that I should have gone. I didn’t know which route they had taken yet I decided to follow them. I called out for them. It was my good luck that they found me. I was seven then.

I was taking the same path I took seven years back, the path where I found both of them. I wish she could remember that like I did.

I really wished she could.

“Sis” I called.

She only nodded to let me know that she was hearing.

“We had a memory here…in this place.”

She walked on…I followed her.

“Wait! I’ve something for you.”

She stopped walking. I placed my hand on her heart and closed my eyes.

“There you go……I’ve transferred that moment to you. Even if you can’t remember, your heart will cherish it.”


I knew that was coming. My hand sensed the wet drops which just fell on it. I didn’t want to open my eyes.

“It’s okay sis. You will get over it…..I ‘ll store all those moments you had….we had……in your heart.”

She turned and walked on. Since the day she came back home, she had never said a word.

My phone rang, it was a call from home. mom must be waiting for us.….”all my bags are packed….” the ring tone went on. It is her favorite song by John Denver. She loves music. She loves every genre of music.

I was sure what I should be doing. I decided to spend that summer vacation recollecting all her life’s symphonies. I thought that was the best thing I could do for her.