Hurriedly tucking the stray hairs behind her ear and
shuffling through all the paperwork, she heaved a sigh of relief. She was done
with the days work and it was time to return home. The very thought made her
innards wash with a tide of happiness and subdued sadness. It had been a year
since he passed away leaving her to tend for herself and look after the only
resemblance left of his, their son. With her tired caring hands she took the toy
car she had bought for him and set off to the lonely walk back home.
Pulling the overcoat tightly around herself she walked
through the crowded roads crossing junctions and roads unconsciously with the
many who like her, where returning to the place all hearts yearn to be and
belong to. A cross ,a turn and a few more dragging steps lead her into a dimly
lite lane and suddenly all the hum of civilisation muffled into the crek-crek
of crickets and other nightly sounds.
She heaved a sigh of dread and longingness. She dragged herself
through the memories. The memories of her dearest. She lived at the end of the
lane since she could remember. Those memories seemed to her like fallen autumn ripped
maple leaves strewn all over the lane, as she passed the leaves of memories
fluttered by ,each nook each pavement having a story to tell. Her
childhood adventures down the little lane, her adolescent infatuations and now
the middle aged hopes. Every time she walked down the lane a dented lamp post
reminded her of crashing into it with her bicycle, a bench by the side, of the happy
times with her husband talking about the worldly wonders, her mom who used to
sit and happily groan about creaky bones. All flashed by her as she raced down
the lane, desperate for its ending cause with its end there was a new beginning
of happiness and adoration, cause where all pains end there is nothing but an
emptiness of happiness.. she raced towards hope, cocooned by sadness but in her mind
she always held the husky voice which had whispered his last words “you shall
never be alone”....
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