At around 2, one morning
Someday, he thought, as he lay on his back, all of this will be gone. The relationships so carefully cultivated. The memories collected. The experiences gathered. The children, the birthdays, the betrayals, the mortgages, the holidays, the risks, the triumphs. None of this will be remembered. All his life will be gathered and reduced to one faded photo of him smiling into the distance. Which someone will garland once a year. With this lingering thought, he turned to his side and hugged her. Then closed his eyes and hoped to fall asleep.
12 comments:
So true- ashes to ashes, dust to dust.....
Live every moment like it is your last..Ammani- I am a fan of urs- pl grace my blog
like always, i'm left wondering how the words come so easily...and never leave. :)
AWFUL
hmmm... So it's not just me, others think this way too.
And then my productivity at work is down the next few days. And then I realize I have to pick it up. And then I don't get these thoughts for the next month or so. And on it goes ...
artnavy, I have a major problem with "live every moment like it is your last". Nice to hear and all, but (a) can't be done, (b) even if you could do it, in a while, you'll start wishing it was your last day!
Doesn't 'he' have anything better to think.
Ammani, I disagree... Do something good and leave a mark in people's hearts.... Then you will not be just another faded photo...
LOVELY!
Really like that image of what remains is the "one garlanded photo". You really have a flair for picking these out...
ammani, you are amazing. Pls keep up the good work!!!! If at all I will write a blog some day, you are my inspiration!!!! Great positing!!!!!!!!!!!
Ha... so true! ..But an acceptance of what you just said will make us feel better !
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