Thursday, April 27, 2006

CACHE OF MEMORIES

She had woken up from her sleep long before dawn. She lay on her bed enable to go back to sleep again. She got up, sat on the bed and let out a long sigh. She reached for her walking stick and stood up with difficulty. Age had multiplied the effort required for simple things as this.

It was a cold winter morning and she felt the chill hit her bones. She lit a fire and slumped into the comfort of her favorite rocking chair beside the window. It had snowed the previous night. The white ground that seemed to stretch into eternity looked as if it were painted… as if the sky was floating gently on earth.

She could hear the sound of the wood cracking in the fire. She watched the flames dancing in the air and the shadows of light dancing to its tune. It is fascinating how darkness could evolve from something so brilliant. She could feel herself crawl into the warmth that filled the room. That room was full of memories. She looked around the room that was witness to her kaleidoscopic world. She glanced past her children’s medals and trophies, past the drawings they had made a long time ago, to where the collection of photographs was kept. She picked up one framed photograph out of them.

A man… a smile… a solace for almost a lifetime… Now just an image in a faded photograph. She ran her wrinkled hand over his face. It had been years since he had gone… years since his hand had held hers in the paths trodden.

The first sun beam that was to break the darkness that dawn, would mark her 80th birthday. It was hard for her to believe that eighty years of her life had passed by in an eye blink. The few days ahead seemed like a struggle, with the present hanging onto a bunch of forlorn dreams.

She closed her eyes and drowned into a panoramic rummage of her mind’s cache of memories. Images flashed before her eyes… images of her wedding day… her first child… her children’s first steps… their laughter in that very garden… her grandchildren… The thoughts brought a smile to her face. All that she had been through in life was worth holding her grandchildren in her arms. But they were all away in different corners of the world. Maybe they would send her a card wishing her happy birthday or maybe she would receive a phone call.

She looked at the other photographs of her family. They were moments of life captured for eternity that never grows old and never ceases to look back at you. You never see the bad days in a photo album; life simply seems to travel from one happy snapshot to another. Time in all those years had revealed the beauty in the multiplicity of patches. The time ahead was marked by the wait to ultimately become an image in a faded photograph.

She leaned back in her rocking chair and closed her eyes. Slowly everything around her vanished into nothingness. When the sun rose in the horizon of the slate blue sky, its sunrays kissing the sleeping night awake, she was asleep clinging onto the faded photograph of her beloved.

50 comments:

Hari said...

like the concept....but the ending comes very soon...or rather not when expected

i like this line..."fascinating how darkness could evolve from something so brilliant"

Anonymous said...

Brilliant!!!!

U seem to have multiple facets to urself.

PN

MODIfied said...

great post, thanks for wishing my bro.

k said...

Shadows dancing to the tune of light......
the darkness with in the brilliance of light.......


hmmmm....

Bruce Almighty said...

nice post

It was great built up to for the first scene of an play...

hope the rest of the story follows in the next posts...

Curious said...

awww..beautifully written!

Raj said...

really nice :)

Shekhar said...

*Smiles*

Ships said...

I'm awed.... It's almost like fast forwarding ur life 60 yrs hence....
Brilliant piece of work. :)

USK said...

never see the bad days in a photo album; life simply seems to travel from one happy snapshot to another

Absolutely.... Whenever I look back at some old snaps, I always feel happy looking at them even if I wouldn't have felt happy then. The language makes the post all the more interesting.

starry nights said...

Facinating post. A picture does tell a story.

jac said...

Cute one, nice imagination.

just_a_girl said...

Oh Rose! This was so beautiful! I loved the part about photoalbums...
one happy snapshot to another..
and u so well described the heartache of a lonely lady..

calvin said...

Dude Thats Writing.. Brilliant. ..

btw : I am morose , a loner. But I have twisted moments too.

Invincible said...

The sight of an old lady clinging onto her beloved's photograph, streched into time.
Very nicely written.

Alit said...

nice... :)

d4u said...

A picture depicting the gentle passage of time...beautifully written!! Nice post title too!!:)

preeti said...

such a nice post Rose.. liked it.. reminded of my grandma who wakes up before dawn too..

Raj said...

i really think u need to blog more often :) u have the sweetest things to say:)and so gracious with ur comments:)

ice_n_fire said...

Nice write up!

JamesBright said...

Wonderful..! I really loved it. I don't know I was with that lady for the whole time..!
Life is still in a photograph and it never grows old ..!
What a beautiful concept..!

Ethan said...

"The time ahead was marked by the wait to ultimately become an image in a faded photograph.".

That's darn good writing.
Thomas Hardy fan?

Thanks for stopping by my blog..

Prashant said...

Really a nice one.....
hats off.........

Anonymous said...

cool one still in awe at a good piece of literature....

are u sure there is no kavaya happening here right? just kiddin...

good ones,, but please keep the story longer

Wanderer said...

clinging onto her beloved's photograph, streched into time.

Wow tats so beautiful:)

OuTlaW said...

awesome... yesterday my great grand mother celebrated her 88th birhday, and i was wondering how it would be, to be her.....u kind of put it very nicely

Inkblot said...

yes, wish the story had continued

~*. D E E P A .* ~ said...

Hey ...

thanx for stopping by :)

nice writing style :)

and then what happens ? does she get a call / postcard ?

btw , ur other blog : " Figments Of Imagination " .... that was the name of our poetry text at school .. and my friend had written a poem with the same title

Saumya said...
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Saumya said...

Hey thanks for stoppin by at my blog!...really like ur blog... am adding your link on my log!

Blue Athena said...

Nice descriptions. :)

Mr. J said...

Wow.. neat stuff. Yeh in a way life is so short. Hmmm.

lash said...

beautifully written...

i guess "solitude" in one form or the other goads the writer in everyone...

in most writings solitude is romanticised to the extent that after reading it one really wishes to be alone. :) but in real its a very cruel thing, especially for the old

the clairvoyant said...

:-)touching

BlueByrd said...

Awesome write up, liked it lots...you'd become a gr8 story teller soon someday ! Wishing you in advance :)

I had a full-length video of the scenes running in my mind as read until the end !

A song i can relate to from a man's perspective is on my blog bearing the title Forever & Ever Amen !...
You might wanna have a look :)

Look forward to your next post ....keep em comin :)

BlueByrd said...

Sorry i gave u the wrong title...

Its.."When a man loves a woman" - Like I do ...rather..

A great song by Randy Travis :)

the lone sailor said...

awesome!!!

dharmu said...

hey,
nice post dear, very interesting.
will land here more often!!!

White Forest said...

very nice post !

thanks for dropping by!

Maya Cassis said...

aaaw...that was so touching and a brilliant display of emotion

Sreekumar said...

Nice post and beautiful writing. It's a sad theme and on this note, will just say something about Naushad, a great composer who died yesterday. He was 86 and yet recently he said that his best works are yet to come! Alas it was not to be so.
Another way of dealing with old age.

Shriedhar said...

OMG u write in a NOVEL way!!
it was a profound write up.

its me said...

woooow. that was awesome.

"You never see the bad days in a photo album; life simply seems to travel from one happy snapshot to another." how very true....

that was super.

Gaurav Jain said...

Dear Rose,
Brilliant piece of writing. I wished you wrote more, and didn't end it abruptly. Is there more coming?

Your style of writing is quite professional, and it's a thrilling read.

Hope to read more posts written with your magic ink.

Regards,
Gaurav

Gaurav Jain said...

Dear Rose,
Brilliant piece of writing. I wished you wrote more, and didn't end it abruptly. Is there more coming?

Your style of writing is quite professional, and it's a thrilling read.

Hope to read more posts written with your magic ink.

Regards,
Gaurav

Jackal said...

hmm nicely written......

I love Munich said...

Beautiful story, brilliantly told!! May I invite you to my blog to take a tour through Munich, my hometown with me? You're most welcome anytime ...

Bhaarat said...

I never retain any photographs. In fact I never carry camera anywhere. For me, memories remain deeply etched in me.

Possibly after 60 years when my ability to remember weaken, I may need them. But then I can visit those who carried the camera with them.

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satish said...

// … as if the sky was floating gently on earth.


GOdgiri!!

(i know its late, but this post deserved my comment!)