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“Good morning. How are you?”, I inquired as I entered the house.

She sat on sofa, nonchalant, silhouetted by the morning Sun. I registered a lost note on her wrinkled face bracketed by curly lock, as I neared her.

She now was looking at me with sign of familiarity missing from her gaze. Knitting her eyebrows she asked, “Aren’t you Sharmila?”

I was nonplussed.

“Late again”, she said with contempt, probably to one Sahramila and not me.

I struggled for the answer while taking out massage equipment from my bag for I was there for a Physiotherapy session.

“We will be late”, she chided.

“For?”, I checked while settling at her feet.

“Silly girl. You had promised to accompany me to Moti lake”

Pain flickered on her beaming face as I started massaging her rheumatic foot. It was replaced by the disbelief as I didn’t respond.

“Its near our school. Wont we go chasing butterflies, playing hide and seek there? You are getting forgetful, Sharmila”, she paused with a complaint.

Hands still at work, I felt a knot in my heart.

“That old Peepal tree, its rusty black-brown, moss clad trunk smells of the ethereal perfume. Ahead hides Moti Lake, peeping from behind thicket, winking at us as the ripples on it play tag with slanting morning rays”.

And suddenly she stopped. For she was dwelling, at that very moment, in her distant childhood with her friend and had lost the path back to present, courtesy Alzheimer’s.

Linking this post to #TellTaleThursday by Anshu & Priya
Word Count: 247
Categories: FictionShort Story


Meenakshi Param · February 20, 2019 at 7:23 pm

It is quite sad to see a lot of elderly people succumbing to the Alzheimer’s. My FIL is in the initial stages, and he often keeps reliving his past and the present ceases to exist for him!

    Anagha Yatin · February 20, 2019 at 7:28 pm

    Alzeihmer is one culprit that steals a person from self.
    Hus to you Meenu and prayers for your FIL.

Jyotirmoy Sarkar · February 20, 2019 at 8:43 pm

Awesome twist at the end, beautifully weaved.

    Anagha Yatin · February 22, 2019 at 1:34 pm

    Thanks Jyotirmoy

Anshu Bhojnagarwala · February 21, 2019 at 7:37 am

It’s so painful to see your loved one being wasted by this disease. You put a very strong point across through your story anagha. Well done

    Anagha Yatin · February 21, 2019 at 7:54 am

    Thanks Anshu

Abhijit Ray · February 21, 2019 at 10:18 am

Touching story. She has gone back to her childhood. At least she has a good memory left. Nice story.

    Anagha Yatin · February 22, 2019 at 1:37 pm

    Strange are the ways of memory and its recollection. Thanks Abhijit ji for visiting and sharing your view on the post.

geekanika · February 21, 2019 at 11:47 am

what an amazing take on the prompt Anagha. Just loved it!

    Anagha Yatin · February 22, 2019 at 1:42 pm

    Thanks Kanika

Sajid Akhter · February 21, 2019 at 5:41 pm

Very well written post. Your posts are quite emotional and engaging. Alzeihmer is a deadly disease which robs one of their memory. May God bless us all with good health.

Thanks for sharing, have a good day.

    Anagha Yatin · February 22, 2019 at 1:42 pm

    Thanks Sajid for your continual support and appreciation.

Priya · February 22, 2019 at 7:33 am

Beautiful and a poignant piece, Anagha. Love your stories. Keep writing!

    Anagha Yatin · February 22, 2019 at 1:33 pm

    Thanks Priya

shravmusings · February 22, 2019 at 4:59 pm

Touching story and still it’s painful to see the loved one getting wasted to that dreadful disease

    Anagha Yatin · February 24, 2019 at 10:12 pm

    Thanks dear

Sachin Baikar · February 24, 2019 at 3:00 pm

Very well written and heart touching one ? Anagha. Thanks for sharing.

    Anagha Yatin · February 24, 2019 at 3:20 pm

    Thanks Sachin.

Varsha Baikar · February 24, 2019 at 9:14 pm

I liked this story very much Anagha , how painful to see the loved ones gone through this Alzaimer disease.

    Anagha Yatin · February 24, 2019 at 10:09 pm

    Thanks Varsha.
    Vairya var dekhil ashi paristhiti odhavu naye as ha rog aahe.

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    Anagha Yatin · February 25, 2019 at 4:13 pm

    Thank you so much

madhavi · March 14, 2019 at 11:54 pm

How vividly she remembers the peepal tree and the Moti lake! How beautifully she describes them! A sad story, yet felt like reading it again.

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