May 22, 2010
I remember walking with her on endless gravel paths, running hand in hand on wild and bleached grass in oppressive desultory evenings, when stillness of our dreams matched the stillness
of some lake (where a mere touch translated into an incessant commotion), in short, our lives were lovingly intertwined. Our childhood seems like an illuminated reverie today… the sweet unalterable
chapter tapping softly on my consciousness. How we used to hide in our little tree house with its thatch rotting and dripping and threatening to collapse any time. How we rehearsed lies to save
ourselves from reprimands, oh my god, I was more crafty and she was simply alluring.
And at home, I toddled around her all the time. I walked on banisters under her support, care and permission. She is seven years older but so what? My sister Sia is my best friend
But something happened and she never smiled after that. And I could never imagine that we would have to face these kind of circumstances. Hush, she is sleeping and I am sitting
beside her. She has been admitted in the asylum for a long time now. Also she remained unattended and uncared for. But now I have got this job in ___city, I can be here for her.
My lips feel dry and salty. She also looks completely sagged and weathered. I can see she has woken up under the sheets. Her body is shaking. Love has left her
The grayish darkness around is surreal…. Like it is stubbornly trying to blur any illusion of brightness.
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