He walked into his inherited maternal grand mom’s house almost after 30 years; the family feud had kept him away.
Nostalgia stuck to his every pore same as the dust of the dilapidated house, smell of freshly made butter that still lingered or the ripe mangoes that he climbed the tree in the backyard to pick.
Strolling through every room he lifted the copper box that his grand mom never let him touch saying he would get it when the right time arrives, his keenness that he held for so many years gave way.
After opening it with much struggle he found a key to a locked cupboard, his emotions knew no bounds when he found pictures of his childhood, his clothes neatly stacked, his toys, his birthday gifts still wrapped for the years he stopped coming and along with it was his future a letter mentioning property and jewellery that he had inherited.
The letter dropped off his hand as he sat down opening his birthday gifts.
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After a super holiday and break on Sunday, I am back to the challenge. This time I haven’t even asked and I know I will invite trouble if I don’t for L 🙂 So am all keen to know what Shashank is writing on Keenness, to read be keen here .
Awww! Sweet 🙂 Bit too keen on the presents. You are never too old to have a birthday present!
So agree, for that he did not heed at the property he inherited small pleasures indeed.
Real sweet ! The memories , the feelings, the touch and the smell ..real treasures …
Loved it dearie 🙂
Thanks babe, I could expect the feeling of enjoying the details only from you, hugs babe
I never got enough presents and I am always ready for it 😀 Right nw feeling jealous of your protagonist 😛
awwww a present nicely wrapped surely from me when we meet Roohi 🙂
Good one! Sweet memories treasured by the one’s who love you. Great!
Thank you Aditya, rightly said those are the memories that stay with us for life.
we carry our squabbles too far and miss the joys of life
I so agree Aroraji, such tiffs create huge distances.
I love ur last line in so many ways. I love how keenness has turned into such a goodie smiley and a lil teary eyed post 🙂 Mast Ananya