10 years. Time has flown by so swiftly. Yet strange! Nothing’s changed – the smell that earth emanates, soothing blue of the sky, tossing of trees, chirping of birds and that house down the road.
Except that mother isn’t seated on the porch waiting for me anymore. Father isn’t there to ask what took me so long. That bicycle propped against the wall is too small for me now. And my once home is now only a piece of concrete.
Days of past flash before my eyes as a smell, queerly familiar to my senses, wafts in. Doesn’t it smell like mother?
Written by Chirasree Bose for 100 Word Wednesday: Week 74
What a lovely, mournful, story. I could feel the longing in each word ❤ Beautiful. Thank you for joining us this week and I hope you'll join us Wednesday for Week 75 🙂
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Sure. Thank you so much for stopping by😊
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It was my pleasure! Great to see you on the blog side — I do enjoy connecting via Instagram — so much easier 😉
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😁
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This is so nostalgic !
Bittersweet of the memories so precious expressed in the most beautiful way possible !
Absolutely loved it ! 🙂
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thank you 😊
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My pleasure ! 🙂
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Hi, I found you on promote yourself Mondays. Very nice to meet you!
Wow,this is so powerful. You write with such passion, such fresh awe. You use words like they are your army, completely at your command. I enjoyed this very much, To be such a short piece and so emotive, is rare indeed. Thank you for sharing!
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thank you so much 😊 means a lot
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Absolutely my pleasure 🙂
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