One sunny winter she was on her rocking chair, soaking the sun. The rest of the family was busy in their daily chores. The warmth was so soothing to the bones that she dozed of to sleep in just a few minutes.
The world around her was quiet. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door. She asked the door to be answered, but no one around was to be found in the house. She managed to get up from her chair and opened the door only to her surprise. She was stunned to see the face on the other side of the door. It was Noorie. She had all grown up. Grey hair and a pair glasses lying on top her pointed nose. She would be in her late 60’s.As they met they hugged each other and cried. “I thought of coming there and meeting you” she said. “but you know the tension amongst the countries” she continued.
Noorie was her neighbour back in 1920 in Pakistan occupied Punjab. She and her entire family had to come to India during partition. They still had that dreadful night in their memories. They knew they might never see each other again. Noorie somehow managed to sneak in a small bag of shakkar for her just minutes before their departure. Noorie knew that her best friend was fond of it.
They were sitting in the balcony and sipping tea. That is when Noorie reached in her bag to pull out a small packet. Noorie handed the packet to her. As soon as she opened the packet her eyes were moist. It was shakkar. She started to eat like a 8 yr old. It was all over her mouth. Noorie told her to slow down and asked her to clean her self up.
Suddenly she wakes up to reality. There was a rocking chair next to her. On the table were two cups of tea and she could still feel the taste of shakkar on her lips. Was it for real or just a dream?
If you are missing someone don’t wait for them to call. Call them and take a walk in the memory lane of sweet dreams.
1 comment:
You used too put so much details in very fine way. This makes your writing so soothing.
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