The Silent World

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
........looking down the past lane.........

Submitted: November 19, 2008

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The Silent World.

 

 

'Sir', as I called him from a young age, used to sporadically visit us. It wasn't a visit rather just barge inside the front door, nod at my mother and then head towards the library down the hallway with a cup of coffee and sit in there reading a book. Anybody and everybody could join him but during my growing years that anybody and everybody was only me. We both would get so involved in a book, the cup of coffee, the panorama of countryside outside the window or the unspoken ambiance.

I was fourteen when Mom passed away. When worried about the expenses that were a part of one's daily life, Sir pointed at himself and said, '' All will be well. Don't worry'', and he walked off.

I stood staring behind him for long time. Never the times in or out of the library had we spoken a word to each other. Mom never seemed to object about anything he did so I took him to be just 'someone', but the mystery about his identification had ended when my Mom at verge of her last breathe had confessed about who Sir really was. But still I never interrogated him about anything.

When I met Robert, the time spent in the library dwindled.

At my wedding, Sir was supposed to walk me down the aisle. I was all nervous about this wedding thing, but, there always has to be a liberator, right? Sir came forward looking all handsome and relaxed in a tux, he whispered in my ear, ``All’s well. Don't worry'' and he extended his left arm and winked at me with a slight smile.

When Phillip was born, it was relaxing when I would enter the library which held a dramatic and extravagant silence.

Two days after Phillip graduated from High school, Sir passed away.

  The truth about Sir was that he was a Colonel. A man who was afraid of nothing but family. The men of the Carrington family had left behind the history of being the worst fathers, this scared Sir which led him to rebel against a family and fatherhood

But unfortunately, he was tied down to a woman he loved but was scared to confess.

 '' All’s well. Don't worry'', two words he said twice to me in his lifetime were like water and sunlight to a plant. The silence made you get out of the hectic life one lived all the time. It made you think in an entirely different way. Sir taught me so much without saying much.

Today after fifteen years, I stand in front of his grave recalling the time spent with Sir. Hot tears burn my eyes and run down my cheeks. I hurriedly wipe them out.

'' Thank you, Sir'', the words instinctively come out of my mouth. And I walk off

has I see the sun setting and blazing the sky afire, as dried leaves fall off and lay themselves lazily on the road giving a allusion that Autumn has at last come and children run out to play, while old and young couples take a walk and traffic runs at full speed that I crave for the silence that had created a new world for me and Sir.

At exactly that moment I sensed as if someone just winked and gave a slight smile at me and I heard a voice at the back of my head say '' All 's well. Don't worry''

 

 


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