Sunday, December 8, 2013

Part 3 - Memories

Prologue here

Part 1 - The search

Part 2 - The Truth stings

Part 3 (contd)

She was unpacking my suitcase when I entered with the tea and her favourite anise flavoured cookies. Although, as taught all through my growing up years, my clothes were neatly folded and stacked in the suitcase, I still saw her taking out each item re-folding it and keeping it in the cupboard. I had always found her obsessive compulsive behaviour to be freakish and would easily get irritated, but today I stood there amused realizing that I had actually missed this about her. "Why are you up Ma? You know you have been advised as much as rest as possible." The concern in my voice made her look up.
"I feel so alive today Karan...so full of life. I think seeing you has refreshed me." She had covered the five step distance between us while speaking and already the cookie had been lifted to her mouth. I could sense her spirits were up today.

"I want to move out of the house. The past two months I have been mourning Anuj's death and now with my health dwindling I don't think I can hang around like this...here...waiting for..." Innocent to where this conversation was heading I excitedly proposed to take her to the market...street shopping, enjoying the lip smacking chaat at Bittoo Tikki Wala, a session of gossip with Mrs. Rao...I presumed, moving out of the house, was synonym with these activities for Ma. "No Karan, I mean shift out...I was thinking of staying with Rajjo di" Rajjo di was Ma' elder sister, my beloved aunt..."but she lives in Amritsar!!" I shouted aloud perplexed. 

I was not happy, how could we leave this house, our house, my house - so many memories. Of growing up, memories of Pa! Unlike the common perception that sons are more close to their mothers, I was a daddy's son. The Sunday gully cricket, the silent long walks, the indoor ping-pong atop our dining table, sitting idly in the winter sun eating peanuts, the serious conversations on women and politics...all these memories were a part of this place...leaving would mean leaving a part of me here...But of course for Ma this house spelt memories of lost love, death of her husband and her only son deserting her...Life had again presented a situation where I had to bow down.

We did go shopping that day. I saw Ma's eyes gleam as she checked out the shimmering sarees and the colourful bangles. But she didn't buy anything for herself and despite my reservations got me a leather jacket instead. A dark brown leather jacket very much like the one Pa had. Maybe that's why her eyes had lingered on this jacket hanging amidst the more fancier ones. I remember how Pa used to never leave home without this jacket in winters. I remember how Ma gently touched his shoulder and wished him a good day as he left for his work on the construction site. I remember how when he got back and removed his jacket, I would immediately put it on breathing in his smell, catching a whiff of the cement, the dust, the sweat, the hard work, imagining myself to grow up one day and become just like him.

(to be contd.)

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013
Day 1 prompt is Memories!

Oh I'm so excited linking this to the Write Tribe Festival of Words - 2. This is going to be helluva 7 days with reading excellent posts, commenting, sharing and connecting. Two of my dear tribers, Jairam and Sid are onto writing their novellas. I'm also attempting the same. :) :) Fingers crossed! And while Suzy is taking us through her personal journeys in the next few days, Rekha's cute stories down the memory lane left me smiling from ear to ear. Now I'm off to reading some other posts...Thank you Corinne for this amazing experience! Write Tribe rocks!!


38 comments:

  1. That was one heck of a ride (so far) !!!! Loving it....waiting for the rest :) Love how you've weaved everything together. And to think you were struggling for ideas - you were just throwing us off the scent, weren't you? :D

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    1. Thanks Sid! Haha...frankly I just had the first para written and didn't mean to club this story with WT festival....Memories was easy to incorporate....need to start thinking on the next parts!!

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  2. Thats so nicely woven. Eagerly awaiting tomorroowss post

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  3. Another Novella.. This is great. Keep them coming.

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  4. Liked the way you have woven this part of the story and linked it to the earlier parts. waiting for the next part :)

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    1. Thanks Shilpa :) glad you liked it!

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  5. the part about the jacket was wonderfully descriptive. i could almost smell it.

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    1. That's a huge compliment Tex...thanks!

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  6. It's beautiful, Aditi and brought memories cherished alive:)
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  7. Funny how those little annoying habits stop being annoying when we've been gone for awhile.

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    1. Oh yes...unknowingly we kind of get fond of the little annoying habits of our loved ones!

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  8. I love novellas. But hate the waiting part. Beautifully linked with the earlier ones. :)

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  9. You description are excellent. Wish you the best with your novella.

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  10. In my experience all the small stuff that made us so mad once, really don't matter so much when the person is gone. You appreciate them more and celebrate those things because that is what made them who they were. ♥

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    1. So true Kathy...certain habits ate so peculiar to a person no...and without knowing it you fall in love with that exact quality of theirs!

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  11. Loved the story so far!!
    I look forward to reading how you will weave in the rest of the prompts into your story! :)

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    1. Ya...it's a challenge... Will need to up my game! I'm enjoying it :D

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    1. Coming...coming...hopefully by end of day today!

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  13. Waiting for the next part. Enjoyed this one. Some memories never die.

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  14. This one was very touching. The boy putting on his Dad's jacket and smelling in brought me memories of my own childhood. My Dad was away from us for a good 10 years as he worked in the Middle East. I used to sleep holding on to one of his shirts. Strange and treasured are our memories. :-) An hey, thank you so much for taking time to read my memories and mentioning it out here. :-)

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    1. Thank you Rekha...oh yes some memories are strange yet cute in their own ways!!

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  15. love your descriptions of the memories :) the story seems to flow in an effortless manner. enjoying it.

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  16. that was so seamlessly woven...loved it!

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  17. very interesting read... kudos!

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  18. Aditi you are doing a great job of it... I am there with this man watching his mother make decisions to move out. The love of a father who all his life cared for someone else's child... wonderful..

    Richa

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