Memories forever.
Sujata Narang
I never
knew I’d hold on to these memories forever.
Decades
later, miles away, I never thought I would spell these days as the best ever.
As I look
back, I think it was our magnificent getaway, anyways we didn’t want to participate
in the concepts of business banking, or whatever as we'd already had a long day.
My brain
was blocked; pages were already filled and I didn’t even have a decent pen.
I found
an abandoned pen refill on the floor; we shared it to copy the notes from the
board.
Definitely
it was a win! The meek dead refill saved us from the turbulent furious teacher
when we didn’t even have a writing thing.
A few
days later, one bright sunny day, we sneaked out of, yet another tedious
financial engineering class swapped for some street shopping affair.
Later
that noon, we galloped down a big portion of junk, laden with spices and
chillies.
And now we
fancied a cup of Kesar milk, to quench the terrible dryness, as the burst of
spices were getting uneasy to bear.
I never knew, this was going to be a tale that I could tell forever, the day we were sweating like a pitcher filled with ice- cream, and carelessly using our laughing gear.
After we
were filled with pleasure and food, we walked back in the lecture room,
wrapping shameless pride.
The watch
dog mistook us to be innocent ones, out of the bunch of blunt culprits bunking
the lecture and strolling back in.
I never Knew it would be my most victorious disappearance from the classroom ever.
We were discounted from yet another misery. Maybe the heavens were on our side.
I now know
those glorious days will never return; the fun-filled days of my life.
The days
back then were filled with careless chatter. The days I was doing my masters.
Those
days when we had empty pockets, but every moment life was filled with love and
laughter.
Nothing
to worry, no bills to pay, nothing in particular that I was after.
I never
knew I’d hold on and count those days as the best ever.
Recount and recall them forever and ever after.
Copyright Sujata Narang
I kept your script because it seemed appropriate. I adjusted the bottom line slightly, the meaning is unchanged. Nice piece of pro's, well written... Look forward to more.
ReplyDeleteYes Len, I would class this as poetry. It reminds me of a volume by the Late Great Poet Laureate Ted Hughes. It's called Birthday Letters written in the form of a diary for his wife, the tragic Sylvia Plath.
DeleteThank you Lenn for appreciating the work and the editing. I am glad it was okay to publish. I think I worry too much before I submit work.
Deletethanks Peter for proof reading, I think you have went way to far in comparing this poem to the work of the great poet. Not sure if my work could be compared to his. But I am glad you liked it.
DeleteBeautiful Sujata. As you get older you may have problems remembering the previous day but these memories will last forever. I loved it.
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DeleteI do agree that as we age memories tend to fade away and that's why I thought of penning it down. Thank you for your appreciation, means a lot. :)
DeleteI wrote a comment Sujata but it hasnt appeared.
ReplyDeleteThose days of girly fun are treasured forever.They re emerge from time to time to amuse and share throughout your life. Well captured Sujata.
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