Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness

Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness

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forgetfulness“Won’t you be home for dinner?” She asked
“Nope, I have a party tonight,” he said and disconnected the call.

Mom, Gonna have dinner with friends, her mobile beeped
Okay dear. Be careful. I’ll wait for you, she replied.

“I am hungry. Can you please serve me the food mom?”
Irritation and impatience, evident in the teenager’s voice.

‘Oh my god, I did not call mom today,’ she said to herself
“What happened? I was waiting for your call since evening,” came the response.

That was some of her typical days as a perfect homemaker
But that was what she chose to be.

If only she had not forgotten that she too had a life
In the tribulation her eyes always envision.

A faded dream life, buried deep but lays dormant
Forgetting which gives her a life of content.

Twenty-three years hence, she still wonders
Her ability to recall her long lost forgotten self.

All she now knows is to anchor her ship set on sail
Providing guidance standing aloof, detached.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

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