The day before yesterday, I asked “Forgive and Forget – Is it possible?” and was overwhelmed by the wisdom I received in the comments. It also made me think and put me on the path to coming to terms with a lot of memory-snippets that bothered me.
As we enjoyed our Sunday morning together today, listening to old songs, my son and I chatted and the conversation turned to family members. Old songs do it for me. Specific songs remind me of my uncles and aunts who were all pretty good singers. One of my aunts had the ability to memorize lyrics after she heard the song just once and the rest of the family relied on her memory. She was very unique and gifted and could successfully do practically anything she tried her hand at.
The funny thing is, while I can be subjective and appreciate all that she was, all my personal memories of her are not pleasant ones. Without going into the details, let me just say that I usually frown when I think of her and my cousins (her children).
But today, as I talked to Vidur about her, I was pleased with myself to tell him all sorts of wonderful things about her. I also realized that the bad things did not matter any more. I remembered that whenever my Mom talked about her childhood, she had such lovely memories of her. Feeling rather liberated, I felt that here was more proof that above all, love endures. One of these days I will write a post about this aunt.
And now, here is my post for Day 1 of the Write Tribe Festival Of Words -3 which we’re celebrating from March 2 to 8, 2014.
Sibling Love Endures
Arjun knew he did not have much time to live and regretted not keeping in touch with his family, especially his beloved sister, after he ran away from home fifteen years ago to prove that he too could survive when his father insulted him saying he was good for nothing.
He thought today, the day he shared a birthday with his twin sister, was the perfect day to gift her everything he had, and instructing his lawyer to dispatch his Will to her address right away, felt the beginnings of a massive heart attack signaling that his end was near.
In another city, Anita, his twin-sister sat at her desk, looking at the notice from the bank, informing her that if she did not come up with the funds, she would lose her home and be out in the street within the week.
As she walked around her childhood home, she fondly recalled happy memories with her twin brother, whom she missed terribly and sadness flooded her eyes as she wondered where he might be.
Sighing, she picked up the beautifully framed photo of herself and her brother, and ran her fingers gently over the words he had scrawled at the bottom, “I will always be there for you” and the tears flowed afresh.
The doorbell intruded into her thoughts and when she answered it to find the postman waiting with a parcel for her, she was overjoyed to find it was from her long-lost brother.
Suddenly her spirits soared and as she sat at her table, eager to open it to see what was inside, the phone rang.
A deep sense of dread filled her when she heard a stranger’s voice informing her about the demise of her brother a few hours ago and her gaze involuntarily sought the parcel on her table and the photo frame beside it…”I’ll always be there for you”.
He had kept his word.
See what I mean? Love endures!
And now, Sunday photos from around my area
We see these flower sellers set up shop wherever they think is convenient on the pavement. Fresh and fragrant, they are eye-candy
We have several jewelers in our locality. Here is the earring display in one shop
And who better than a goddess to model the jeweler’s wares?
These flowers are found everywhere.
And this is one of my favorite photos, by the water. I love how that branch purposefully plunges into the water and then emerges in a different form.