The Sunday Muse # 205
Day-3 NaPoWriMo-2022
As I pass my favorite place
Many memories of a lost time surface
The locked door fills the heart with an ache
There was so much joy in that tiny space.
It belonged to a favorite uncle
That cozy little space of aromatic pleasures
His daughters were my best friends
We three rocked that place with our laughter and pranks.
After school all three of us
Would plomp ourselves on the wooden chairs
The wafting aroma of samosas, pastries and mirchi bajjis
Made our tummies growl with hunger.
Three little girls in long plaits
Jumped and ran across the seats
Maybe our laughter added more charm to that place
Then the delicious snacks and hot piping masala ginger tea.
Uncle used to scold and frown
For creating such a ruckus non-stop
Infront of the customers
We three would giggle and walk out.
A tragedy struck!
The pillar of that place crossed over
The descendants couldn't keep up
And the cracks in the wall showed up.
Now, whenever I pass that place
And see that huge lock on the rusted door
A deep, helpless sigh escapes
Trickling down into a tear or two.
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This is really sad, Sunita! Why couldn't the descendants keep it up?
ReplyDeleteI can imagine those 3 girls!
Sincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
http://skepticskaddish.com/
Such a beautifully expressed time of sheer bliss … tempered with the sad reality of loss.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of children's laughter. You three were a true blessing in that place. This is moving and beautiful Sunita!
ReplyDeleteYep, it is hard to accept the loss of old favorite things.
ReplyDeleteWell, I shed a tear or two as well. Rusted doors to the past tend to do that.
ReplyDeleteI feel sorry for you and everybody else who lived cherished memories, only to see the place fall into disrepair. Life can give such gifts, but it can also be capricious.
ReplyDeleteSad to see somewhere precious in your memories become dilapidated - but you still have the memories ❤
ReplyDeleteI always feel so sad when I see old familiar places in disrepair - or gone.
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