My home was
magical until that Friday a month ago.
Fragrances of
food wafted in from the kitchen bringing a smile on my face, birds sang from
the trees praising the beauty of the garden, the clothes were clean, the beds warm, I had a father who loved to crack jokes, a mother who loved to
laugh and there was music all day.
Now weeds cover
most of the garden, the wilted plants no longer invite the birds, the house
stinks buzzing with unspoken words, and the kitchen bin is crowded with half-eaten
take-away packets.
Fear gnaws
at my heart while I watch my silent father who keeps staring at the empty side
of his cold bed, as though expecting someone to pop-in there at any moment.
God, return
my mom, the fragrances, the warmth, the laughter; Please
god, return the magic to my house.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
A touching piece, Preethi. Harry's letter to God is so moving....may he and his father find peace. Mothers do bring that special magic to our lives that only they can.
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DeleteWow! You wrote a beautiful moving story, Preethi. The impact of the words made me feel the emotions visualise the scenes. Mothers are the backbones of families and the bond that ties us together. Well done. Have a blessed Mothers Day.
ReplyDeleteThank you Michelle for dropping by and for the wishes.
DeleteA really touching letter from Harry.
ReplyDeleteA different and interesting take on the prompt!
Thank you...:)
Deletea mother makes a house a home :) a lovely post. all the best for the wow.
ReplyDeleteThank you Preethi..:)
DeleteWow! A very beautifully written post ... You so bring out the happiness in the beginning, and then the sad ending...
ReplyDeleteThank you Eli..Glad you liked it....:)
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