Waves

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Sitting on the windswept sandbank, I extended my gaze to the never ending waves lashing the shore.She was sitting next to me, with her chin on the knees drawn close to her chest and hopelessly heaping the sand-A cheery giggle lingered on my ears on seeing that sight; I saw a fleeting sight of a small sandcastle and a tiny little green flag atop.

 

“Appa,” a little kid called out to his father as his voice tapped my consciousness.

 

She was still sitting lost.The wisps of her hair kissed the dark circles under her eyes that blinked from time to time; though, in every bat, her eyelids remained closed a little longer. She looked sleep deprived; she was prone to nightmares with him gone.

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I put my arms around her shoulders.The smell of the cuticura melded with my sweat impregnated the air around us, though it gave an illusion of presence of our lost son to her and sometimes, to me.Even though I wished so much to keep away all the entities that bear his reminiscences from us, her treatment demanded many things to which I had to nod.

 

“Our son was sad yesterday, but didn’t you notice? It seems that now he has forgotten the whole thing.He loves this place, “she said, caressing the doll that lay between us. Her words were like beads falling off a broken chain.Though I couldn’t find all of them scattering around, I tried to sew back the ones I gathered.

 

“I know, love.Can we have a walk along the shore?”I asked her.

 

As we walked along the shoreline, we saw two kids ran across the shore. One scattering sand around and leaving behind footprints digging the sandbank while the other, shifting his weight from one leg to another, trying to unravel the string of the kite entangled with his leg; the kite which exactly looked like the one that now resided in our closet. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a frown on her face as she began mouthing our son’s name. Before she tried to release herself from my grip—like she does every time—I handed her the epitome of her survival.

 

She looked at it keenly for a while before cuddling the doll in her arms; I felt an ooze beneath my foot as another wave lashed by. There were waves again, many and more though none could find solace on the shore; just like the ones inside my heart’s core.

 


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