Nostalgia

Durdana Arsh
2 min readApr 2, 2022

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(A page from memory)

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She stopped walking at once. She might have found something she was looking for. She was constantly gawking at a restaurant’s name. It seemed like she forgot blinking her eyes. ‘Have you forgotten walking?’ a voice tore through the quietness. ‘Move where you want to. I don’t know where this sort of people comes from to die….’ The voice faded and then disappeared as the rider went.

She was still there but now was staring at the road rather than the restaurant. ‘This is the same road where we walked together by holding each other’s hands. Wasn’t the world winsome that day?’ she questioned herself. ‘Same way, where we walked together; same restaurant, where we sat together; but why is nothing looking appealing today?’ She was diving into her thoughts. ‘Because today he is not with you, who held your hand and took you with him,’ she answered herself.

It was her daily route but she was going through there for the first time since they parted. She wanted to see the road as far as they went together, so she started strolling. While walking she slipped into her past and reached the same day when they were together. She had followed him with a blind eye and deaf ear to her surroundings. She didn’t realise when she reached the midpoint of the road, in heavy traffic. It was the place where they took their own routes.

The boy in her imagination released her hand and was struck by a large vehicle. She put her both hands on her eyes and shouted in pain. She was yelling and causing a traffic jam all around her.

‘What’s wrong with you? Are you all right?’ a woman questioned her, clearly annoyed. She looked at her as if she was speaking an alien language. The noise of horns and people grew louder. ‘I suspect she’s not sane.’ A voice hit her ears. ‘She doesn’t have all her faculties,’ someone else judged her. Now she could hear them all audibly and got all her senses back. Everyone in the street was observing her bizarrely. She covered and hid her face with her scarf in the twinkling of an eye and scurried and decided not to use that route ever again.

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Durdana Arsh

Hi, I'm Durdana Arsh. I'm a science teacher by profession and a writer by passion. I am also an artist. My writing genres are fantasy and social issues.