It was a fine Saturday morning. I can clearly hear some birds chirping outside the window of my bedroom. Also the sound of the municipality garbage collector truck with the annoying swacchata abhiyan song. And suddenly I heard a loud and clear voice of my mother "Shilpa!! yaha suraj sar par chadh aaya hai aur tu ab tak so rahi hai". I then slowly uncover myself to see outside the window, It was very clear and beautiful. I thanked god for another beautiful morning and answered my mother saying "uth gayi hu main..". I came out of my room and saw some old papers, newspapers and magazines scattered on the ground and my father sitting on a chair sipping his morning tea and reading today's newspaper. I then asked him "Why all these papers are on the ground..?", He looked at me through his round black thick frame eye glasses and said "Tumhari mom aaj swacchata abhiyan chala rahi hai.." and started reading his newspaper again. Then my mother entered there hand me the cup of tea, and asked me to help her with the household work starting with the cleaning of these scattered papers and I nodded "YES..". I turned on the radio and tuned into the famous morning show "bhule bisre geet" of vividh bharti, this song was playing there "Tere mere sapne ab ek rang hai..." from the movie guide. I started muttering the song with the cleaning of the scattered papers, Then I saw a piece of paper lying there and when I picked it up and read it, it turned out that it was not a simple piece of paper but a letter. Letter he wrote to me. And suddenly all the memories were again revealed to the eyes, I smiled and kept the letter with me. After cleaning the papers I went to my room and read the letter again, In this letter, he wrote a poem for me. We were just 9 or 10 years old, but there were emotions and innocence in this letter. I couldn't think of anything but just smiling and suddenly I saw a lemon tree in the garden of my house on which many birds were sitting and seeing this, I started thinking about those old days when we were together, We were happy we didn't have any worries the days were passing as Hakuna Matata. Then one thing came to my notice that I have a memory of that time with me, a thread. To say this was just a thread in which the initials of his name were there, but when he gave it to me 20 years ago, for me it was not just a thread but a necklace. I still remember when my family was going to my cousin's wedding, I was wearing this necklace and was telling everyone that my best friend gave me this necklace. The friend who loves me the most in the whole world and then everyone was calling it my childish temperament. I started looking for that necklace in my room. I looked everywhere on my old study table in the drawer in my cupboard, but that necklace was not found anywhere. I sat down on my bed feeling depressed and started thinking about every place where the necklace could be. Then I heard my mother's voice telling me to go for a bath. I got up from my bed with a sad heart and started preparing to go for a bath. I was still able to listen to the radio songs and this time the song that was playing was completely settling down on my situation, "Jaaneja dhundhti pheer rahi hun tumhe raat din main yahaa se wahaa". And while humming this song, I went to take a bath. Due to the absence of that necklace, I left the water tap open and lost in my own thoughts. Then came the voice of the mother "Shilpa!! balti bhar gayi hogi tum kis duniya me khoyi ho nal band karo pani khatam ho jaega", and I quickly closed the tap. After some time we sat down for lunch and mother started talking about cleaning some other places. I was so sad that I told my mother that I will not do any cleaning now. Then the mother said okay, but after that she said something that encouraged me to do the cleaning and I said that I will clean the place, mother laughed at this strange behavior of mine and said ok you do it. Now I had a new passion about cleaning because now I was going to clean the place where I would get that necklace. That place was nowhere else but our old room, in which my mother had kept all my old things in a box. And I was right after all, I found that necklace, yes its thread was broken and some dust had settled on that initial pendant, but the emotions associated with that necklace were still the same. Don't know why, but a tear fell from my eyes, maybe with that pendant my old feelings and old memories and that naivety had returned. I took that pendant and kept it in my pocket to never lose it again.
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