A Broken String

Growing up with a family, a huge family was always that one thing that she had cherished since her very childhood. A family with the grandparents, uncle, aunt, cousins, everyone. A family having each other’s back in every up and down. A family with a thousand memories.

Those morning races for an extra scoop of bournvita in the milk glass, those happy and lively breakfast tables, those mid noon tours to the forests, those evening lake side walks, those dinner tables filled with stories and the day ending with nights spent gazing at the sky full of stars.

All those little secrets shared with the cousins, all those ludo games played, all those little fights fought as if they were the last battles to be won, all those places visited together, all those jokes and the pranks and the mischievous days.

Everything, every single thing that was once a moment was now a memory. A memory lane right in her head hurting her every moment, breaking her little heart piece by piece with each day spent alone and away. The family which was once a tree with birds chirping around, a night sky full of the stars and the moon, a deserts full of oases was now a mere past existence.

With the world growing everything had changed. Joints had now become nuclear for the mere pieces of lands, over the misunderstandings and the communication gaps.

The summer holidays didn’t feel the same, neither did the night sky. Everything was too dark to be seen and too dull to be felt.

Love was replaced with envy, smiles with frowns,hugs with hatred and happiness with sorrow.

The family is now far apart and broken and now dwells the endless ever growing vicious parasitic pit of communication gap swallowing all the love and affection which once had sheltered the house.

People say time changes everything, it surely does. But maybe not for good every time…

-Nivedita Singh.