“What’s
the date, today?”
“15th
September, Ma’am.”
As
she heard the words, a wave of pain and a ripple of chaos erupted in her placid
heart.
One date. A thousand memories.
And all this while she thought that she has moved on.
Engaging
her student with some sums, she rushed to the terrace to grab some fresh air.
The smoke of the burnt good days was suffocating her without mercy.
After
a few minutes, she said a silent prayer and heaved a sigh.
“You’re
not there in my life anymore, but you’ll always be there in my prayers. Happy
Birthday!”
A very heart touching story ...
ReplyDeleteNicely wrote Purba :)
Thank you so much, Prasanna :)
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ReplyDeleteHeart Touching!
ReplyDeleteThank you MS :)
DeleteA soft story... Loved it!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you loved it, Rakesh :)
DeleteLovely purba..
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shraddha :)
DeleteSome memories never fade away . Nice story Purba. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Somali :)
DeleteSo much in so little! Indeed, a sign of great writer. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for your motivating words, Ravish :)
DeleteAwww! So heart touching..
ReplyDeleteThanks dear :)
DeleteLove the way you portray even placid emotions with so much intensity dear. So engulfing, kudos! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for this wonderful compliment, dear :)
DeleteA painful memory, so well told. Good one Purba.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Indrani :)
DeleteAah...'the smoke of the burnt good days...'
ReplyDeleteFabulous, Purba!
Yes, the smoke that suffocates us!
DeleteThank you so much, Sir.
Wonderful Purba :) Similar kind of thing happened with a friend of mine :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Darshith :)
DeleteHope your friend is able to make peace with the past.
Emotional!
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She should let it go!
ReplyDeleteHope she does that soon!
DeleteLovely read...memories are hard to seperate from
ReplyDeleteSo true, Alok. Thank you :)
DeleteWelcome, dear :)
DeleteAmazingly written. We live in our own memories most of the time
ReplyDeleteIndeed, we do.
DeleteThank you so much :)
Touching indeed. Some memories always remain alive.
ReplyDeleteYes, Dipanwita. Rightly said. Thank you :)
DeleteJust beautiful! so much of emotions...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much dear :)
DeleteNice story, Purba.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteBeautifully penned, Purba. Some memories are etched in our heart.
ReplyDeleteYes, Kiran. I feel that we should just try to make peace with the memories. Then, we can cherish them always. Thank you :)
DeleteSo lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chandan :)
DeleteIntense !
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sachin :)
Deleteohh..this was so touching.. esp cos my bday was on 12th sep!
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DeleteAnd once again, happy belated bday :)
Beautiful and emotional.
ReplyDeletebeautiful expression Purba...
ReplyDeletehad somehow missed reading this one :-( glad I got to it now :-) sharing...
Thank you so much dearie <3
DeleteThat is what a creative writer/poet can do.. heart touching in a simple way Purba.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Glad you liked it :)
DeletePoignant, Purba
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lata :)
DeleteThe past cannot be forgotten. Thankfully we can all make peace with it.
ReplyDeleteWell said, Divya :)
Deleteand i want to read more.....loved it to bits Purba so much that I did not want it to end!
ReplyDeleteI am super glad that you loved it so much Shweta :)
DeleteGood one!
ReplyDeleteOhhhww. The last line is so touching Purba, very sweet and very poignant at the same time...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Purba! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely read Purba. I was moved by the last line. Excellent!
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