it was a social do...a polite society tea party. all on their best (guarded) behaviour.i hate such affairs.but i admire the 80 year old womanfor whom it was organised. that is the only reason why i agreed to my granny's cajoling and coaxing to accompany her leaving behind john bunyan and Thomas browne languishing on those pieces of xeroxed paper...oh gawd the bloody answer!
its amazing how even a handful of people in a room represent a life torn by pain sorrow and suffering and yet manage to put up a brave happy front.
a husband separated from a woman he adored by death.
a man tormented by the pangs of a divorce only to be granted his rightful share of happiness in his newly wed second wife.
a mother straddling the dual roles of a parent only for her children.
a son..the son..there was something in those eyes vieled by his spectacles...a sorrow? a deep melancholy?anguish? its always been like that since he was ripped apart from his dear dear much loved mother by that gruelling force..death.despair?loneliness??
NO...i think it was a hope...a deep desire to live on.a desparate attempt to savour every fleeting second.for what if....we are over powered by that force yet again?
the old mother...mummy for everyone.she may be the oldest and frailest but i think it she who is holding her little family together.. strongly..with all her strength,vivacity,cheer,sweet little jokes and essential belief in the goodness of life inspite of having seen the worst.i admire her.
I look up to the father.
I hope for the son.
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2016, u and me write a book? what say? with ur lyrical style and me having no life - we'd be invincible!
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