*A Short Story
He reached home early in the
morning. The breakfast along with family was blissful, the one he longed for
while gulping down the toasted bread and the bottled juice. Promising his mom
to be back for dinner, he called up a dear old friend and went out for lunch. It was a restaurant
they frequented during their college days. The waiter came asking for starters
and his friend told him “It has been a while since you bought me spring rolls” J.
Of Tales Untold
Amit
was coming home after 2 years. As much as he fell in love with the seasons of that foreign
land twice over, he missed those seasons he grew up in.
He reached home early in the
morning. The breakfast along with family was blissful, the one he longed for
while gulping down the toasted bread and the bottled juice. Promising his mom
to be back for dinner, he called up a dear old friend and went out for lunch. It was a restaurant
they frequented during their college days. The waiter came asking for starters
and his friend told him “It has been a while since you bought me spring rolls” J.
The family was having evening tea in
the balcony, their favourite place in the house. Breaking in to laughter, Amit
and his sister sat on the old swing at the same time else one side of it will go
off balance. It was something that both of them did right from their
schooldays. She said “No one else gets it right!”J.
His mom told “Remember, how we used to go and buy groceries when your dad was
away? And the evening walks we used to go on when you came back from college?”.Both
of them smiled in fond remembrance.
Amit’s girl friend, Ashima was
performing a play in the nearby theatre. He reached there just when the show was
about to begin. Calling one of the boys in the supporting cast, he sent across
his wishes and a bouquet.
The vacation got over in a blink and
it was time to go. While packing his bags, his father told him “Amit, your
wallet didn’t have change. I have kept some”. J
Hearing the cab honking outside, he
touched his grandmother’s feet. Cupping his face, she told him “Don’t send me
money order on New year. It is not the post man whom I want to see” J
As the cab approached the airport,
his cell phone beeped. It was Ashima’s message.“The hall would have looked
empty, had you not come.” J
Arun
Babu.
your writting touches the heart...
ReplyDeletemight be because the feelings you pen down are from heart...
Thank you Atish...thank you for your kind words :)
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