Absence

She always slept on her side of the bed, it never occurred to her to apprehend the whole bed. How could she? It was his and will always be.

Lying on the bed she turned to his side smiling at the fluffed up pillow as if he was there with her. He always liked it fluffed. She remembered how he would crib if ever his pillow was not done. Smiling at the thought she caressed the silk sheets as if it was his stomach. He had always liked her tease tickling not to forget they were his favourite sheets. She had grown to love them. How could she not? They were beautiful, just like him.

A drop of tear rolled from her eyes and she wiped it off just in time when her husband came. He slept on the other corner leaving the mid bed empty. He touched her hands with all the warmth and love that he could muster despite the loss and smiled at her. She knew it wasn’t real he was faking smiles too.Β  But what else could they do? He would not come back. They knew it. He was just five years old and they had lost him forever. They both deemed themselves to be guilty of the mishap. But it wasn’t the truth. It was an accident and now all they could do was fight the time together.

His absence was killing them. Hand in hand they dozed off with dreams of a son they had a beautiful life with.

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46 thoughts on “Absence

  1. Here you sound more like a story-teller. Liked the way how captivatingly you capture things around, & well pour ’em down in words following the trails of your mesmeric thoughts. Something new and heartfelt i get to read this time on your page, certainly apart from your day-to-day blogging-norms. Do let me know the inspiration behind this post. I would like to know what inspired you… to get strewn ov’r the “bed-sheet” of “Absence” with emotionalism.

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      1. Yes that’s why i could find no words to say here!! Just feel the pain and imagine them exploring unsuccessful ways to lessen it. Sometimes the sadness is such that there is no way out except to accept it in your stride 😞😞😞

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      2. I agree. Whatever the problem I guess sometimes there is no way to lessen it than time.
        We in order to console people say we know that what exactly they are going through, but deep down we know that we do not realise the pain.It is just sad.
        We can only hope we never have to go through such pain, bu then that is clearly impossible.

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      3. Time is indeed the best best best healer!!!! I have experienced it!! And i even had a post written about it once but then didnt publish it! I always used to wonder this thing you just said….we say this to others and others say the same to us…but is it really the truth!! Only the person going through the pain and loss knows exactly what he or she is actually going through….we just say hollow customary words. Some may be more emphatic but that’s it. After that it’s just the time which takes over the reigns! We can only wish and hope to be spared from it but it’s futile as you rightly said.

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  3. Nicely written.. reminds me of few movies.. Kassh by Mahesh bhatt .. Talassh Amir khan .. n Collateral beauty..
    absence..
    I liked d way u started it.. Making it sound romantic.. then her husband.. so i thot she must b missing her bf.. but then gradually I realised its about her child..
    this turn of thoughts in mind.. that u deliberately arranged worked for me..
    n sadness.. I believe it is d strongest emotions to bring people together.. empathy is more fulfilling emotion than love for those who can love..
    think about my last sentence..
    write something about this.. love n empathy..
    once again.. one of d best πŸ‘

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    1. Thank you so much for this thought provoking comment.
      I am so glad that it worked for you. Belive me when someone says that my piece was wonderful, I am almoat above the fround and forcefully have to be pulled down.
      Thanks a lot.
      I will be waiting for the post.
      Have a great day.

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