At age 92 Dadiji could not climb those stairs anymore.
But a mysterious smile lit up her face each morning as she lay down on her bed placed on the verandah so she could soak in the morning sun and her rheumy eyes focused on the staircase.
For these were the stairs that she, as a newly-wed 15 year old girl, ran up chased by her 21 year old Husband to the terrace at every opportunity they could get.
Away from the chores, the melee of relatives and responsibilities, where two young hearts found each other, love and created memories.
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Aww this is so romantic. Things change, people die ,life goes on and memories …They are the best .You can relive those golden days again and again .Running to write on this .
I LOVE fiction; it takes you out of physical boundaries…. loved the photo plus the fiction created.
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A sweet tale penned here, Mayuri! Loved it.
Very sweet. Memories take us back to good old days and even if that moment has passed, memories last forever. Beautifully penned Mayuri.
Awww…that was a sweet tale. Great write!
Aditi
That’s really sweet. I can just imagine the old lady lying there lost in thought.
Aww what a sweet tale that was… 🙂
that is such a sweet little love story of the little girl. beautiful take on the propmt M.
Beautifully recreated… made me go back to my family home and the wonderful memories that lay in each and every corner of the house