"Those butterflies in my stomach are dead now" she said.
"That means you haven't met that person yet." He smiled.
"I once did and that's what killed them inside me. Killed those feelings inside."
"Love is kind. He was not."
~♡Thank you all in adva...
Ivy decided to submit that for the writing competition. After a week of consideration and many failed attempts to write something new, she had no other choice but to upload that.
Ivy submitted the file and completed the procedure by clicking ‘Submit’ button. She was just a little bit afraid about the word limit. People might faint reading it. Each day diverse pieces with different styles were posted and the club teacher was asked to read and confirm the winners.
The Club President Evan also tried to read the posts every now and then. He was obsessed with reading and writing stuffs. He had read all kinds of genre and was well known for writing them too. During competitions like this he never loosed his first place. He also had a great respect for people who write. He was idly enjoying his time in his home when he decided to read some posts before dinner. He opened the website and Ivy’s work showed up. He didn’t intend to read it now but its title caught his attention ‘MEMORIES’, it was nothing special.
(I recommend the readers to listen to'Kiss the rain'byYirumawhile reading this. It's a piano piece and worth it.)
After all, those are the only remains of the passing time, memories. They are like the first raindrops falling on a barren land, like the first bloom after the cold winter, like the first cry of a newborn.
MEMORIES
- Ivy Chris
They give me the deepest thought, they are evergreen.
The joy of listening something after a long time, the cry of happiness in seeing someone you love, the dancing of taste buds when you savour the food you love, the calmness you get when you are by yourself, wandering, the thrill you get when you read your favorite, every little thing that happens in present becomes a distant memory in the future.
Aren’t memories the wonderful ‘something’ that we carry in our heart and soul? A year or ten flashes by. They will never be forgotten. They are like ‘A’. Your first.
Weird, you laugh at moments you cried, you cry remembering the happy moments. Feelings waiting to be poured out, you wait for a golden time to talk about them, together, with someone who experienced the same.
The whole world might have changed, your childhood house, the surroundings, the people around, but you still remember you playing with your friends under that big tree, your mother coming out of the house, calling you to come eat. “Coming MA!” and that’s where you smile the widest. No technology, no advancement can change that scene in your mind. There might be apartments, flyovers, subways, but for you that place will be full of your friends, your home, people you loved.
Wrinkles on your face, walking stick in hand, slowly sitting, still young by heart, with all the memories you had had for a lifetime. They maybe foggy; but precious. Frightened that you will forget, You reminisce everything from the day your mother fed you food, the day you went to school crying and came back with tonnes to tell, the day you brought something from the saved money, the day you became a fan of someone or something, the day you discovered your hobby, the day of your board exams, the college moments, when you got a job, the LOL moment- your marriage, the day a tear rolled down your cheeks hearing the first cry of your newborn, seeing your child grow and grow and grow till being independent, being a proud parent, retirement. Sitting back that’s when you stop running. That’s when you have time to think that time flies, fast enough; thinking that everything happened within a blink of eye. Realising you had come far and you are successful.
You sit not even aware of that a tea sat on your table, in front of you, made by the one you love, you yet again are hit with realization, that this person sitting right here in front of me has been with me through everything. Your eyes well up, you ask yourself, wasn’t everything worth it. As though reading your mind they say relax, yes you did well. Your lips break into a smile; your eyes shrink streaming tears. They say you look ugly, and motion you to go wash your face; we have to go see them. You unknowingly smile knowing that you have come through everything with people around you for supporting your back whenever you fell down, the villains to poke you whenever you were wrong, the fellow competitors you competed with, thanking them unknowingly for making the ‘you’ of today. You make your way to wash, when you notice your beard growing. “Better you shave dad! Or else you are an old man to me, that too full of depression!” you still hear your 16 year old child screaming, that day. You smile getting a razor, shaving. Let’s go meet them. To engrave new memories in your heart, off again you go.
Evan was almost tearing up after reading this. He remembered his family which he lost long back when he was twelve. He thought about how he with his parents used to go to parks and enjoy their time together; for them Evan was their world and for him, his parents. Now he had everything but his world. He thought if his parents were there today with him, how would it have been? Everything would have been different. Everything was different now.
Yes, he thought, after all memories are the only remains.
He headed downstairs with a heavy heart. His mind was totally drained as he thought over and over again about them. He was not very friendly with people or with his fellow mates in his class. Because he was afraid; afraid that he might not be able to suffer lose anymore, no matter how small or big the loss is.
He made his dinner while these thoughts revolved around his head.
This piece affected him very much and he was determined to find the owner.
Ivy Chris.
Author's note:
Haiiii guysss I m running out of words frequently nowadays. 😭😭😭😭😭 I will try my best to write...
But please keep supporting and sharing my story if you like !!!
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