Nostalgia
(A page from memory)
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She was lost somewhere, in a pensive mood, and vacantly staring at the wall in front of her when, suddenly its colour caught her attention. She tried to look somewhere else to remove her concentration from that soft pink colour, but there was something nostalgic about it and it caught her eye again.
She put a little more emphasis on it, but all in vain. Now that colour was annoying her and she just wanted to stop looking at it. She glanced off, but abruptly realised that it was the colour of one of her mother’s dresses. She didn’t notice that she was smiling. That soft pink silk dress was her favourite because it suited her mother a lot. Her mother’s elegant image emerged in her mind instantly.
In her adolescence, her mother was as beautiful as a lady should be. Her mother’s perfect height, long and silky hair, big and beautiful eyes, and soft and polite nature had always added charm to her persona. Her thoughts slipped into the only day she clearly remembered when her mother was wearing the same dress. The day, when her mother didn’t want to attend that get-together but was beaten to do so.
She was a small, nervous and scared little girl and had been waiting for the fight to be over, but took no time to switch her mood and got very excited, as she heard that they were leaving for that function. It was her father’s final decision. Her mother got ready and wore that same pink, silk dress; she also hid the bruises on her face with makeup and wore some jewellery.
‘She must be looking gorgeous that day,’ she thought of her mother and smiled. ‘But wait…. what? What was missing there, on her face that day? Why does the face that appeared in my mind not look as beautiful as my mother was?’ She focused on the image that was lying somewhere in her memory. ‘No one ever noticed, no one ever cared, nor did I. I was overwhelmed with my happiness or… or maybe too little to feel that,’ she acknowledged. ‘But now I can see the face that was ignored by me that day. What is missing?’ She closed her eyes tight to concentrate and instantly opened them. ‘Happiness!’ she sighed.
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