That time of the year #WordsMatter
There is a slight nip in the air. The gloomy weather doesn’t go well with me but today I’m determined to not let the weather affect my mood. Because this is the day that I wait for every year- every year since you left town. For it isn’t that time of the year without you. We were teenagers then, each of us with dreams of our own. But there was a difference. You knew what your dreams were and you had a plan on how to achieve them. But I only had dreams. And maybe a lot of obstacles for which I had no courage or strength to overcome.
The day soon came when you had to leave. How I dreaded getting out of bed that day. I’d barely slept the whole night but I kept my eyes closed, thinking of all the wonderful times that we had. Growing up together, we were inseparable. Those walks to school and back, those games we played, the times when we would run out to play rather than studying for the approaching examinations all seem like yesterday. We knew each other’s secrets and we were there for each other through times good and bad. As those memories came flooding in, I didn’t want to open my eyes. For it was all like a beautiful dream that I didn’t want to wake up from.
With teary eyes, I bid you goodbye, but my only hope was that promise we made. That promise to meet each year at that time of the year when the air grew colder announcing that winter was arriving soon. And that day for this year, has arrived. I wait for you eagerly for I want to see you after all this time. No one visits me these days and you’re the only one who visits me at least once a year. I love the scent of the fresh flowers that you bring with you. It is almost time and I wonder why you haven’t come yet. You are never late. I wonder what is it that has delayed your arrival. Has the unbroken promise been broken? I’ve never felt this sad before.
As I console myself and resign to being lonely and not visited, I hear people walking into the cemetery with a coffin. I was so engrossed with all the memories and the excitement of having a visitor, that I did not notice the freshly dug grave beside mine. And I’m in for a shock. I am overjoyed when I see you waving at me. Though I feel a twinge of sadness thinking that you had to leave the world of the living, I’m happy that you are with me here on the other side. As they lower you into the grave, “I kept my promise. Sorry I couldn’t get any flowers for you.”. I don’t know what to say. “I’m glad that you are here with me”, I whisper.
I received this tag from Vinay at I Rhyme without reason. It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Jyothi at Shortened Tales. There are 38 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days – 4, 5, 6 October 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and prepare to be surprised!