Counting Sparrows

She wondered what had made her laugh in the picture taken at India Gate, no less than ten years ago. She had visited more recently than that but then, the newest trend which she had failed to catch on to was selfies. He no longer bothered to click pictures of her. He no longer bothered to come along, really.

At a stone’s throw from India Gate was Children’s Park. This was where their son had got his first bruise. He wore a Band-Aid over the wound very proudly for a week, after which she had to cajole him with a chocolate to get rid of it. Like the other happy families, they would snack on sugar candies and sweetcorn on Sunday evenings at the park. Once, when their six-year old had fallen asleep in the car afterward, he held her close and kissed her.

One twilight, they had sat with their faces against the wind, India Gate looming majestically behind them. Couples walked about hand-in-hand, very much in love. He had corrected her, like he often did. Like he told her she was getting fat, or didn’t cook well enough, or should learn to accept his many girlfriends as inevitable aspects of successful living. He had made sure she realized how love was only a dream that breaks when you wake up all groggy-eyed and stupid. Love did happen though, she eventually learnt on her own, when it came to his colleague at work.

Lately, on weekends, she sometimes drove to India Gate and sat in the lawn like before. The wind hadn’t changed over the years and continued to be merry. The kids counted sparrows and wondered whether life would bring them sorrow or joy. In this, she was fortunate. She didn’t have to wonder.

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12 thoughts on “Counting Sparrows

  1. Deboshree, you write so well!! I love India Gate..After reading the post I want to visit the place again..Just to reminisce all the wonderful times I have spent visiting the place..

  2. Reading in between a course today….
    it’s amazing how your world slows down, for reasons that you Don’t agree with but how the world around us keeps moving at the same pace. What does that tell us….maybe the world doesn’t care about us…we should take more care about ourselves….

    • This is what my Dad always says. The world, everything about it, remains just the same irrespective of our losses. We really need to learn to take care of ourselves.
      Thank you for dropping by between your course. 🙂 Love hearing your thoughts.

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