Sunday, July 17, 2011

Old Home ( piece from my prose )

the night was very cold and stormy, air was fighting with the trees of yard with all its hate and power,sky was covered with dark black sheet,moment after moment when clouds were booming ,sharp spark of Lightning throw the strange silver over the view for very quick while but its gone as fast as it comes down,

he was laying on his old uncomfortable bed which his late wife put here years ago when they bought new one for our bedroom,its foam was broken and springs were covered with extra pieces of clothes and plastic sheet,

the old blanket lost its color time ago,but if in a day light one focus, may can know that it was grey at once,its rough touch was unpleasant and failed to reach him warmth, his weak body was as weak that cannot give even reaction to cold by shaking

but if there was one to sit close and hold his hand could easily feel the starve and shake inside his body,his wrinkled face was seem to a complicated path of life where horse of time ran so cruelly and ruined his world,

in first look his eyes seem half opened,his eyes were like a deep well which 's whole water was taken out by strangers,but one could see by concentrating in still a dim blue shin proof of his undefeated devotion for life,

his head was laying against pillow little high and and on every visit of lightning his face seems like a abstract piece of art like his disciplined room,where every thing become a part of his move less life,

he was not as old only 83,but about four years back,when he woke up one morning his boy refused to obey his will,so after very next moment his life became like a puppet who moves according to other's will,

for months he could not believe that crucial fact that his feet will never touch the floor now,his same feet which drove him towards his each desired destination always,same feet who made him dance and jump in different situations of life,

after this incident,his only son kept him in the same house where he spent best thirty years of life with his beautiful wife, and held countless gatherings of friends,where every wall and room was witness of their wonderful relationships,their sorrows and joys,he could listened still laughter of his wife and him's,

but after few months his daughter in law became more concern about the cleanliness and health of the house livings,so at her insistence his son shift him in the room which wad made as storeroom earlier but seemed not enough later for the useless stuff,they arranged it for him if it called an arrangement,by the time his daughter in law many of all thing put back in his room which they took out before,

now since four years he was among the other useless stuff of the house,where a maid visit him few times a day to feed him or to clean his dirt,male nurse found the room full of unbearable stink,though he had put a pot closer the bed to spit but often it fell on the pillow and little lost in his beard,

his son visit him as less like he has forgotten that his father still exist in the old store room among the broken things,he did not see his daughter in law since more then a year,he had imagination that his grand children may be go to the high school now,

he was sad alone and strawing for the company of his loving wife and children,although most of the time he used to think about his loved ones and moments which he spent with him,that gives him relief to his mind who was tired of being alone,it was quite harder then death to him to just being apart from beautiful moving life as suddenly and left alone forever as he was worth nothing,like his existence was meaning less to everyone,

but tonight the train of all past years of his life running front of his dimmed eyes so smoothly,he remembers the day when he was young and his parents was so kind and loving,his father was a simple civil servant, his earnings were enough only to basic necessities,they lived in a house given by government, still each desire was fulfilled before he ask for it,life was full of comfort and like will always be the same way,his school which was not his favorite place then because kids used to bully him for his fat figure,but he never stopped eating his favorite sweets,

later in college,his desire for girlfriend made him weight conscious,he remembers the day when he met his girlfriend first time,it was a beautiful rainy day,he saw her in light blue dress with hat on her head,wind blow her umbrella away and she was upset and wet,although he himself was on cycle ,he stopped and grabbed her umbrella to her,she seemed little shy,she thanked him and accepted his offer to drop her home,the lovely memories spread a life full joy in his wrinkles for while,

but when he was remembering the faces of her parents saw the young man on cycle with their daughter could not hide the disliking for him,he returned with broken heart,as he knew that the girl he liked first time in life and want to merry her could not be him's,

but coming days were the most beautiful part of his life when when he took kate on first date and purposed her,and his joy had no boundaries when she said yes,a deep sense of life ran through his body,while he was thinking of his weeding day,he thought himself luckiest man on earth as he knew that kate would be a most loving wife and responsible mother of his children,

they found themselves happiest couple of world,after his father's death he joined the same job position,after few years his mother died too,he loved both his parent,and to heal his wounds his wife was always there for him,at one period of time he lost his job as government departed his hundreds of servants suddenly and finished positions,he was disappointed and sad while his wife backup him with her love and care,

she reminded him that he is the man of honor and courage and hardships could not make him loose,so he composed himself and arranged little money by selling the jewelry of his wife,he opened a little cold corner,which later spread in huge business,meanwhile god blessed them with a wonderful son,whom lovely face and innocent smile made their life joyful and complete,

he adopted fatherhood from his parents and loved his son more then everything else,he walked for hours joyfully having his son on shoulders and never felt tired,while remembering the first day of his school he still felt the happiness as he was that day,and the day he brought him bicycle and whole sunday taught him how to run it,the joy of his little face was never forgotten from him,

old man was still looking out of the window where storm was decreasing slowly,he could hardly move by himself,putting his head against pillow was remembering those days when he was healthy and whole family was dependent on him,

he was was handsome middle aged when his son got married,and brought a nice good looking lady at home,that day he and his wife were feeling so proud of him as their son was leading a successful and well settled life,

unlike other couples become almost enemy to wards each other, john and kate were still in love with each other,even in their sixties they enjoy spending time together,and care for each little thing and every feeling of each other,

again his heart was deeply sad while he remembered the amazing moments along,sweet whispers ,heart floating words,warmth of those feeling was still producing a heat of life in his old ruins,oh time the cruel,how can you do this ,how can you snatch her from me,he wished gosh if she would be here with me no sorrow could touch me ever,and why would i need anything else then,

to be continued....


  1. Hmmm waiting for next part... :)

  2. very touching story of many old men. Times have changes, societies have changed and values have been changed or lost, I must say.

  3. Well Written :)
    yeah time is cruel always but the best healer as well.

  4. What a wonderful opening paragraph, I knew I was going to enjoy this story and I did. Looking forward to the next installment

  5. Well written. Very sad. I know where you going with it....

  6. very sad...and my heart cries in silence..

  7. So heart wrenching...This kind of experience is the reason why some people are afraid to grow old.

    Thanks for sharing. God bless.

  8. true story or not, still a sad one. waiting for the next part :)


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