Memoires
Memoires


Kapil stood alone in their old living room, the space echoing with memories. Seven months had passed since Laddu left, but for him, time had become an endless loop of days that felt both achingly long and painfully short. The house still carried her scent, a sweet blend of vanilla and lavender, and each corner whispered tales of their shared moments.
He walked over to the wooden rocking chair by the window—the chair where Laddu used to sit, knitting with a soft smile as she watched the sunset. Kapil ran his fingers over the worn fabric, remembering how she would hum their favorite tune, a melody that now seemed to hang in the air like a ghost of a happier past. He sank into the chair, trying to conjure the warmth of her presence, but it was as if the chair was an empty vessel, echoing back his own solitude.
Their life had been a tapestry of joy and togetherness. They had met in a quaint bookstore, where Laddu’s laughter had first captivated him as she had tripped over a stack of books. From that moment, their shared moments had been endless, filled with dreams and laughter. They danced in the kitchen, talked late into the night, and held each other close when the world outside seemed too cold.
Kapil's heart ached as he looked at the old photo album on the coffee table. He flipped through it slowly, each page a testament to their life together. There was a picture of them at the beach, Laddu's face illuminated by the setting sun, her laughter caught in a candid frame. Another photo showed their last anniversary celebration, where Laddu had surprised him with a handmade card and a small box of chocolates.
The memories were bittersweet. Kapil clung to them with a desperate grip, as if holding on would somehow bring her back. He found solace in the small things—her old recipes that he attempted to cook, tho
ugh he always failed to recreate her magic. He still set two places at the table every evening, unable to let go of the habit that had once felt so natural.
The pain of her absence was a constant companion. He would hear a song they used to love and find himself immobilized, tears streaming down his face as he relived the moment they first danced to it. Every anniversary, every significant date became a reminder of her absence, a cruel twist of fate that turned joy into sorrow.
One day, while sorting through her belongings, he came across a small box. Inside was a note she had written, her handwriting delicate and filled with love.
It read: "Kapil, my love, you are the melody to my life. Even when I'm not here, remember that our love is a song that never fades."
Reading her words, Kapil felt a wave of grief and comfort all at once. The tears flowed freely, but amid the sorrow, he found a glimmer of solace. Laddu had always been his rock, his guiding star. Even in her absence, her love still illuminated his path.
Kapil continued to live in their home, each day a tribute to the life they had built together. Though the pain of her loss never truly left him, he learned to carry it with grace. He realized that while Laddu was no longer physically present, her love remained imprinted in every corner of his heart, a constant reminder of the beautiful life they had shared.
In his quiet moments, Kapil still talked to her, sharing his day, his dreams, and his fears. The house, though filled with silence, was alive with the echo of her laughter and the warmth of their shared memories.
And though the days were often heavy with grief, they were also filled with the light of a love that had once been and would forever be a part of him.
Memories never fade never die