As long as I live, her memory will endure.

Mallikarjuna
2 min readFeb 10, 2024

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The train journey to my hometown takes around 4 to 5 hours, with an additional half-hour to reach home. Wondering why the train is slow, I contemplate the possibility of it being faster. Meanwhile, I consider writing another story on Medium, but opt to read various stories instead. Pulling out my mobile, I begin scrolling. Certain lines catch my eye, deemed interesting and beautiful. The author surely deserves 50 claps and 1 comment.

After a considerable time, I embark on the journey home, excitement building. Upon arrival, it will be 5 o’clock, and I anticipate my father will be out. Battling hunger pangs, I resist eating along the way, eagerly awaiting the delectable dishes my mother is renowned for. But wait, I have a better plan – surprising her with a recently purchased gift. Perhaps, a playful scenario unfolds where I hide, call her, and ask her to guess my identity by closing her eyes. However, realizing she may recognize my voice, I abandon this whimsical idea.

Upon seeing me, she’ll likely express concern about my well-being, hug me, and encourage me to freshen up while she prepares something special. Instead, I decide to reciprocate by preparing a dish she taught me. We’ll enjoy it together as a family, catching up on various topics, watching a recently released movie, and engaging in a game of chess. This time, I’ll graciously let her win, aiming to bring a smile to her face.

Expecting the usual ritual of her checking my bag for old clothes and offering some money, which I’ll initially reject, my thoughts are interrupted by a call from a friend inquiring about my location – just five minutes away.

Upon reaching the railway station, my friend picks me up, and within half an hour, I’m home. As I open the door, I call out to my mother, searching the entire house when she doesn’t respond. Confusion turns to heartbreak as I gaze at a photo on the wall – she passed away nine months ago. In the last six hours, I forgot she’s no longer on Earth, but her memories and teachings persist within me. I’ll forever cherish the values, courage, skills, and love she shared. As long as I live, her memory will endure.

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Mallikarjuna

Aspiring writer crafting stories and poems to evoke emotions and spark imagination. Transforming thoughts into words, weaving tales that resonate with the heart