SOMETIMES a sad feeling evokes so many thoughts in the mind.The emptiness of something or someone close to you draws strange lines of pain in me.
I grew up in a locality ,where every family was close to each other-it was a compact society filled with its own colours,bounded by an unknown sense of respect and love for fellow residents.
I had gone abroad for studies and came back to my hometown after five years.For me those five years meant a lot,it changed me.Times had changed,and yeah five years is along time,but the love hadn't changed.
back then i had only one friend,and together we used to play,together we grew up seeing the times change,together we lived life.But maybe all good things do not remain forever.May be the gods grow jealous.
it was 9 in the morning,i had returned the previous day and had gone to meet my friend.I pressed the doorbell and waited,..........but who knew that wait would never end.No one answered the doorbell-i looked around and noticed the garden unkept,the doormat worn out .I looked towards the 2nd floor verandah ,from where rohit used to come out and answer my doorbell.No one came today.I walked out slowly,closing the gates behind me.I looked back once and saw the building,may be they were sleeping.I came back home a little depressed,and asked my mom if rohit and his family had gone anywhere.mom came out of the kitchen,with her head hung.Came upto me and ruffled my hair,and started in a slow voice"we didnt tell rohit died a few months back and his parents went off to live wih his aunt".she stopped abruptly and heaved a deep sigh.Couldn't believe her at first,but truth cannot be lied .
Everyday i used to stare at the buliding from my rooftop.It looked so meaningless without its residents-as though washing of the colors from a beautiful portrait.
I grew up in a locality ,where every family was close to each other-it was a compact society filled with its own colours,bounded by an unknown sense of respect and love for fellow residents.
I had gone abroad for studies and came back to my hometown after five years.For me those five years meant a lot,it changed me.Times had changed,and yeah five years is along time,but the love hadn't changed.
back then i had only one friend,and together we used to play,together we grew up seeing the times change,together we lived life.But maybe all good things do not remain forever.May be the gods grow jealous.
it was 9 in the morning,i had returned the previous day and had gone to meet my friend.I pressed the doorbell and waited,..........but who knew that wait would never end.No one answered the doorbell-i looked around and noticed the garden unkept,the doormat worn out .I looked towards the 2nd floor verandah ,from where rohit used to come out and answer my doorbell.No one came today.I walked out slowly,closing the gates behind me.I looked back once and saw the building,may be they were sleeping.I came back home a little depressed,and asked my mom if rohit and his family had gone anywhere.mom came out of the kitchen,with her head hung.Came upto me and ruffled my hair,and started in a slow voice"we didnt tell rohit died a few months back and his parents went off to live wih his aunt".she stopped abruptly and heaved a deep sigh.Couldn't believe her at first,but truth cannot be lied .
Everyday i used to stare at the buliding from my rooftop.It looked so meaningless without its residents-as though washing of the colors from a beautiful portrait.
