Her entire
life she lived in that apartment. There were 20 years’ worth of memories hidden
in every corner of it. The home had witnessed a lot in those years along with her.
The floor had memories of her first steps. The walls with multiple posters had
a hint of her obsession with boy bands and TV serials. The doors she slammed every time she was furious. The bedroom had infinite gossips from the night-ins with her friends and sisters. The kitchen had funny
stories from her cooking mishaps. The hall was always noisy with the laughter
of her family members. The balcony had recorded the loneliest times with her. Whenever she left from a boring event, she came home to find peace. Sitting in her home was the best comfort she enjoyed. And now, it was all going to fall apart. Their building was going to be brought
down to construct something better. She didn't know what possibly would be
something better than her own home.
She was stuck in a nostalgic phase.
She sat on the floor about to exit her home for the last time. All the
furniture was already taken to another temporary place. The home looked very
different without anything in it. There was nothing in there but still there
was everything. She was heavy with thoughts. She took a round in there
remembering little things and only her secrets. She had always been an
emotional person. And this was one of the bigger things which left her
speechless. Moving out of that place wasn't just a physical act. It was a
mental struggle. She stepped out leaving her home behind with bitter sweet
memories which will be cherished forever. It was her first home, the place where she learned to live.
(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)
