The Mind Creative NOV-Dec 2016
A magazine by Avijit Sarkar
A magazine by Avijit Sarkar
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‘Today,’ she repeated.<br />
‘Yes, ma, today, we have to move, today. <strong>The</strong>re is no other<br />
choice. Tomorrow’s the last date mentioned in the papers.’<br />
Mitali was slowly gaining back composure. ‘Okay,’ she<br />
breathed, ‘Okay, today, yes today.’<br />
Rimu poured the tea into two mugs, ‘Your tea Ma…’ She<br />
stopped midway; Mitali had gone back upstairs while she was<br />
making tea. Rimu put one of the steaming mugs on the counter<br />
and took her tea out into the garden.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fragrance from the maddening bloom of frangipani was<br />
overwhelming, but in a good way. <strong>The</strong> heady scent comforted her<br />
inner being. It was obviously harder for her mother to accept<br />
after being married for over thirty two years.<br />
Rimu felt that it had to be a hallucination,<br />
this couldn’t be real. <strong>The</strong> numbing<br />
pain, the ever rebelling tears, the unwillingness<br />
to accept, she has created them<br />
over papers over and over. She has typed<br />
out this feelings, edited them, marked<br />
them, proofread them, these feelings were<br />
too strong to be real, it had to be a story.<br />
Was she losing it too? Like her mother?<br />
Were the stories getting to her?<br />
She placed her empty mug on the<br />
grass and sat down cross-legged. <strong>The</strong><br />
garden was small but there was a sign of love through all the<br />
branches, leaves and blooms. Her mother had never been too<br />
fond of the garden; it was only her father’s sanctuary. Rimu used<br />
to join him occasionally in the garden, share awkward fatherdaughter<br />
moments while planting trees or weeding.<br />
She wished she had told him, once, even with all the empty<br />
space dividing the two of them, she still loved him. He was still<br />
her dear Baba.<br />
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