Memories

The little room feels much smaller than usual like there is something outside pressing from out of the windows willing to come in. All of a sudden, a loud rushing sound of water like a thousand million taps opened together at once, came from outside. The tap-tap sound coming from the roof made my heartthrob at the highest beat.

The pink lilies and xanthic crocus in my garden looked as pulchritudinous as a woman. The blueberries and jamuns that hung from the tree were looking sweet. The scent from the pine trees rose from the wet earth and reached my nose which really made me still. A flock of green parrots took shelter in a deodar tree, which made me cry as a girl being alone. Then I came out and I had my feet planted on the cool and wet soil, and my face pointed towards the sky. The sky was getting darker and all the birds were returning to their nests. The clouds were getting blacker and blacker and suddenly a thunderstorm -- which really made me cry out of fright. I was getting drenched and feeling cold and the wind was chilling through my heart. There was again a thunderstorm which nearly scared me, but if my father were here, I would have been not crying with fright. He was a wall of trust and security to me, the source of encouragement and the one to spend time with me as well as he was loving and a caring person.

The rain was getting heavier and I rushed b

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ack to my house. I ventured through my past memories spent with my father, which pinched my heart to come out as true...My father treated me not only as a daughter but like a queen... I ran upstairs and hugged my father's photo tightly to my bosom and started crying as I was really helpless.

I and my father played, jumped, skipped together in the rain till we were drenched and whenever a great thunderstorm occurred, my father hugged me to his chest and gave me shelter in his heart.

But when he died I was the first one to realise.

The rain has now stopped, the gloomy weather was now clearing and I went down and stood near the window.

The rain had made everything smell fresh and good. The leaves of the pine trees have been washed and looked silver. The birds looked cheerful and high spirited and started making a terrific noise, but tears rolled down from my eyes and the memories made me cry and pale.

I zoomed into my heart ..and l remember the poem once taught by my father, which pushed the doors of my sweet little heart to come out----

" On the roof, I heard a sound,

The drops of rain were hitting the ground,

The gentle pitter-patter sound continued their round,

Like a group of bullets in a battleground.."

Yes, l really miss him, my favourite person, who is not with me now.

- I miss my father a lot.