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DOWN THE MEMORY LANE: Departure
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I walked on delicate cat paws as I came out of the room to the veranda where I stood for a moment, my mind clouded with thoughts and emotions brimming to explode. I had to go as the leave days exhausted and so dressed up and the brief case packed to depart. Turning around, I saw Mom coming out from her room adjacent the kitchen. She stood with a feeble look with old age usurping her body and health. She had been feeling her loneliness which was ever her companion. I presumed it so not to tell her of the departure. But I found my helplessness blocking my doing anything; I had to go to my workplace a night’s travel away.
Monsoon was in the offing; the yard had grown small weeds and grass and lay dampened by drizzling at the advent of monsoon. There beyond the red gravelled village road to take me to the local bus shelter and further on.
I felt the emotions trembling me in my mind. I had to go, the mind murmured. No, you should wait, the emotions exploded. Rheum filled the nostrils and tears gathered round the corner of the eyes rolling down the cheeks in droplets. Wiped off with a towel. Whimpering amidst whispering prayer.
I could not say anything, I felt the mind blocked behind the dark eyes. ‘Ummm.’ Then, a long pause. Walking up the yard and the wicket gate I felt I should be running to escape the trauma of an unknown fear. Looking back, I saw the frail structure of Mom still with long eyes after me, with an expression never to be explained. My steps wavered and the lengthened eyes filled with tears blocking the sight.
Was that to be the last meeting and the final adieu I could not comprehend.
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