Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Love hidden inside the pages ...


Amu was cleaning the attic when she stumbled upon old books. Like always it pulled her towards them. While checking the titles of the books, she happened to see a rather an old torn journal. No name, dates nothing… Just pages filled with so many words. Some have disappeared in course of time, some worn out... But yet the soul was there....

“......became his words when he wanted that and a part of his silence when he craved that. I was there in his sunshine and also in the darkness holding his hands. When he felt like plunging deep down into the ocean I went for that too. And in return he let me be the sea and he became my shore. No matter how far and wide I went, I always returned to my shore with more strength. When the urge to know the world increased in me, the pull towards the shore became more powerful. He was home for me....”


That was the line page … after that just blank page. She searched the whole attic for the rest of her words. She didn’t know who wrote these. It was not her Mom’s, her Grandmom? Or someone else? … But one thing she understood was she was not the first person in her family who was in love with words. Someone else was also there in the past.

8 comments :

  1. Aww...such a sweet little tale. Having a mother and grandfather as writers, I can so relate to this. :)

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  2. That's sweet! Loved the lines from the old journal. :)

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  3. It's beautiful isn't it? To know that the magic of words existed in the family even before you found it. :) Nice write up.

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  4. Beautiful lines from the journal!

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  5. So words were in her genes! Loved the writing in the journal! Simply beautiful!

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  6. The words are beautifully woven. Creativity flows in a family and the legacy expressed so well.

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  7. Lovely and how wonderful it would be to discover something like this and find out who wrote it :)

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