Family Bonds.. (Part 2)


I make my way up the stairs and push the door open.
Familiarity comes to me. A sense of belonging I feel..

The bed with the blue mattress on it, the pink curtains.. The colours have now faded away, but I recognize them.
A picture hangs on the wall.
A girl in her teens with a boy besides her. He is holding her tight.
The girl is me.
The boy is the person for whom I had left my family when I was eighteen.
I returned back only today, after I heard that my mother was in the hospital.
I left my mother when she needed me.
And, the boy I loved, left me.

My mother was always there for me, but I... I was never there for her!

I sit on my bed and watch the night sky.. And before long, I fall asleep holding my mother's diary in my arms, letting my tears wipe the dust from it..

(Final part..To be cont..) :)

Comments

  1. S.November 1, 2011 at 8:35 AM

    I'm here waiting for next part.

    Lovely :)

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  2. suvaibaNovember 1, 2011 at 8:35 AM

    em the 1st to comment :)
    thank God i don't believe in LOVE
    its sick
    this is so brutal on the part of a child....
    forget those 9 months
    forget 18 years
    forget the wet nappies she changed
    and run after a boy
    i LOVE the way you execute it :)
    this is so brilliant in ways more than one..! :)
    tc
    waiting desperately again..! :)

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  3. Confused SoulNovember 1, 2011 at 8:36 AM

    it's always sad when love makes you forget what you're family meant to you! It's really sad love! But anyway, I'm waiting for the next part :)

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  4. suvaibaNovember 1, 2011 at 8:36 AM

    oh no i was the 2nd one.. i typed looong :(

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  5. Brian MillerNovember 1, 2011 at 9:41 AM

    wow....def emotive....we make choices in life and then have to live with the outcomes...love for love....sad piece...

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  6. PhilO♥November 1, 2011 at 9:54 AM

    @ Sunakshi: Thank you :)

    @ Suvaiba: Thank you so much. It is sad when we forget about the ones who care for us.. Love does exist though.. It just takes us time to realize :)

    @ Confused soul: Many a times, we do chose someone over our families, but in the end, everyone leaves, apart from our family :)

    @ Brain: Thanks a ton :) Glad you like it :)

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  7. UnknownNovember 1, 2011 at 10:06 AM

    ita really nice post.....!!

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  8. PurpleMist.November 1, 2011 at 10:46 AM

    Omg this is so sad and touching <3

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  10. Rahul BhatiaNovember 1, 2011 at 9:02 PM

    Your post answers the dilemma! The strength of family bond!

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  11. Red HandedNovember 1, 2011 at 10:54 PM

    Take a bit of the sadness away please.. Its infectious! :(
    Love the flow

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  12. ShamaNovember 2, 2011 at 12:29 AM

    Hey Philooo...
    Nice write up :)
    so touching -

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  13. Superrrnickkk...!!!!November 2, 2011 at 1:22 AM

    nice.. but sad.. the last line tears wiping the dust was touchy..!!!

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  14. CяystalNovember 2, 2011 at 3:30 AM

    Sometimes I wonder if true love exists.
    And this one made me melancholic. :@
    Though, I'm still hanging on for more.

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  15. RahulNovember 2, 2011 at 6:39 AM

    going goooood..:-)

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  16. Carnett RoseNovember 3, 2011 at 4:16 AM

    It's coming along well. Although I anticipated a longer story from the plotline you told.

    Nevertheless, brevity is the key here. I think your writing tyle is now beginning to mature - essaying the harsh realities of life without making it too angsty. Well-written. :D

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  17. Someone is SpecialNovember 5, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    sad, mom is always precious.. on to next part..

    Someone is Special

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