Chapter 1, Start of Summer (Part 02) A Saddened Journey 12/June/2022 The packing is complete, and we are off to catch the bus. With every gust of wind that touches us, we are reminded of the purpose of our journey; to see Tai Ji, who is in the last stage of stomach cancer, chances are low....but we are trying everything. The bus is mostly empty, but as the time of departure approaches, it starts to get crowded. To be honest, night travel by bus is quite different, and it makes me long to travel with my friends like this. The slow humming of the crowd and the sounds of the bus fill the environment with dark blue ambient lighting. Mother by my side, a book in my hands, and lofi songs in my ears. The bus gradually makes its way out of the city, then rushes to its destination. I won't disagree that it's a bumpy ride, but it's a peacefully gloomy ride to Deharadun. During half-sleep, I create plans for the future. Some will get fulfilled, and some will wonder at the dre...
Chapter 1, Start of Summer (Part 03) White Swan While being there, in Dehradun, I got close to an elder sister, we would chat late till night, about topics close to our hearts. We would share our lives tales with each other. Her family, her problem, my life, and my problem. In the dim light, I would chat late till the night itself felt sleepy, and then when ending the chats and saying our ‘good nights’ and ‘take cares’, we would just tease each other about waking up late till night. I always found it funny, how we two always found time to talk at night, when almost the house was asleep. Sometimes we would call, and her sweet voice would filter through the earphones to my mind. I would sometimes find her outside in the garden at night, at the terrace, or in bed. She would tell me stories, and I would ask questions about life to each other. What better way to define a person than a poem? Enchanted Forest A Forest, looks normal from afar But, when you're close She bewitches you, with...
Senders Address: Unknown Date: 09 March 2023 Dear Harshita, I recently heard about your father. I am sorry for your loss. You don't know me, but I have observed you for a while now. I have also lost some people in my life. I know how it feels. The way our hearts sinks when it hears the news. Seeing the dead body our mind just desires for them to wake up again. All the cries and moaning Ecos for days. No sign of sleep, as soon as the eyes start to shut, you are reminded of the dead face. Seeing a man, so lovely, rest lifeless. It's a sight that burns your eyes. A different environment is created. They say the soul protects the house for 13 days they say it visits the house in these 13 days. Harshita did you ever think, You would see your father in just a small earth pot… such a big man and all is left are the memories and the things. You know how suddenly all the memories and moment you spend with them comes to your mind and slowly becomes golden. Suddenly, it's all gon...
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