Golden Hour: The Dark Room

The clock struck 5- in the evening,

A ray of light entered from the window beside him. He turned to that side to put the curtain over the window, then he sat back and smiled.

Come along,

Now I'll tell you a story of

The dark room,

that you'll remember.

It was the golden hour, they'd say.

"That was just for the world outside", he said.

It's a story of a guy named Harry,

who lived happily long back ago

in Chicago with his family.

During his childhood days,

As he tells me.

"A joyful childhood I had,

favourite were the evenings and

the golden hour, was the best!"

And as I was about to ask him,

"But, I don't like it anymore",

he sadly stated.

He continued to speak,

"Warning you before hand,

Cause this story's gonna tear you apart,

Don't cry, do not try stopping me cry either.

That was a tough journey I went through,

A past, I don't want to remember.

One beautiful evening when

I reached my home,

Hoping for some delicious food,

cooked by my favourite soul,

Mom! I called when nobody answered.

I looked every-where-around when I couldn't find her. Crying, at the corner of the balcony,

I saw someone.

Sophie, my little sister, wiped-off her tears, as she heard me and felt me come closer.

I shivered but I didn't disclose the fear,

She got that, came and stood near.

She told me, something that left me no where. "Our mom is sick, she's on the hospital bed."

She looked so serious, that feeling of fear got so intense. I bothered not to cry, but didn't remember when did I begun.

It left me broken,

I felt so frozen.

All the thoughts I had-

were so unspoken.

We rushed to the hospital and

found her on the bed.

The doctor said it's a terminal illness,

she won't make out for the rest.

That room was so dark,

I opened the window, and yeah,

it was the golden hour

that I was talking about.

I went and sat beside her,

All I could see was her sick and tired face, trying to- still smile for the rest.

She said,

"Don't you worry my dear.

I'll be happy, when I'll leave this world",

She continued,

"I may live for an hour or two

So, you can see me alive, till then

let's talk about something we should."

We continued talking for an hour or so,

I helped her divert her mind and did the same, though.

I said, you won't leave us.

(I had a younger sister who was 6-years old

and my father stayed countryside so-as-to work).

I gave her hopes.

I was so desperate to see them become real.

Although, it was a beautiful day and that was just the golden hour, as I said to her,

"That is just for the world outside, my son" she said,

"It's not for the anxieties within."

"Take care of my Sophh and your father.

Whenever you miss me, just go out and feel my presence, in the weather!"

She smiled and gave me blessings for life.

I cried and just held her hand below mine.

It was really tough for me to hear her say good bye but,

She said,

"I love you, please don't cry.

May God Bless You my dear.

I'm sorry to say, good bye."

She left me and the time was 5 in evening,

I could still feel her in the winds,

but couldn't believe it.

Days passed by, we are happily living now,

My sister's working hard and my father is retired from job.

All I miss now is my favourite soul,

my mumma and,

The sunsets remind me of the past

I don't want to remember."

Here was the story of the dark room,

The golden hour we all will remember.