Sarah ...

She stood near her mom's grave. When she drew her last breath Sarah was away in Uni. And it’s been two years since then and this is the first time she's visiting her mom. 

When her father informed about her mom's death, she didn't feel anything. It was as if a chapter was closed all by itself, without any dramas. She never felt any connection with her mom.  Her mom didn't exhibit any motherly affection towards her even when she was a child. And Sarah always felt like a stranger who came out of her mother's womb.

"It's nice to make good memories. And I wished you had done the same with me too." Sarah said out aloud standing next to mom's grave.

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Wake-Up Call

When a little boy came with a small bucket and spade, all business like, she got curious. He just looked all-around and settled down at a spot which felt best for him. And there he started building his castle out of sand. She felt as if he was showing her life being built. Carefully and patiently he was drawing the castle's perimeter in the sand and then he mounded a big pile of sand inside it. After that he made a hole in the center, filled it with water, and tamped it down. Slowly he added layers of sand and water until he had a firm and level mound. Then when was all set to finish a huge tide came and washed off half of his sand castle. He was going to scream his lungs out of sadness, she was betting on that. But she was amused when he angrily glared at the sea and started rebuilding his castle again, as if telling the sea that nothing could stop him from making him finish what he started. And that was the wake-up call for her, to rebuild her life again, to rejuvenate herself and start fresh. 

Linking this to BAR Wordy Wednesday.

What is it I really want to say?

Every night after a long tiring or a lazy day,

When I curl up in bed, I miss you.

That’s the only time I allow myself to slow down, or gives a minute to think

The only time I allow myself to be free from anything else.

Then and there at that moment,

When my brain and mind slows down,

You suddenly walk into my memory… slowly but surely

As if you were waiting for me to just look

And all of a sudden

I get this sudden unquenchable urge to talk to you

To share with you all my day’s happenings

To tell you this and that

Thou it’s just a never-going-to-happen wish,

I still hope for the same

Then there are days

I just want to have a glimpse of you

A second of your time to talk to you for one last time

But… If was given that chance

What is it I really want to say?

I miss you? I wish you were here?

Or I wish we hadn't met?

Or just stare at your face? …

I wonder…

I wonder… what is it I really want to say when I see you…? 

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P.S. No! Not a poem… just a prose which was broken down to small fragments. 

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