“And it shall follow, as the night, the day” – Shakespeare
It was 4:15 in the morning. Got up early and came out to sit on the balcony of dad’s place. It was dark but nice and cool. In the thick fog, the street lamps looked dim and sleepy. The first round of birds were trying to clear their throats already.
Fifteen minutes later, my dad woke up and hobbled himself to another chair in the balcony. And eventually mom woke up and gave us some tea.
For the next half an hour or so both of us just sat there quietly doing nothing other than sipping tea and watching the night fade out as day light strove to melt away the fog. The birds kept getting increasingly active and louder as the east kept taking brighter hues of red. We sat there, wordless. It was like time had stopped for both of us – yet it was visually progressing in front of us…
Eventually, I broke the silence and said that I should ready and that I had to leave by 6 AM.
He broke his silence next asking when I will come back again.
I promised to make it in 3 months again.
Enjoy reading your stories…….
Thanks, Carol!
A lot can be said in silence Rajib…. especially the type of silence you’ve just described…this communion between your parents, you and nature is beautiful.
Very nice! Enjoyed reading it.
Very well written. The parents always want to know when we will be back.
You do well to treasure what you have
Beautiful moments. I always think these moments are to be enjoyed, but are extremely hard to express. You do exceptionally well to share these moments with your words.
Baba koto bhalobasen dekh.
Nice! Rajib, you have a great ability to impart meaning to your experiences.
I can picture that scene as easily as you wrote it…. great memories for you.
Your words paint a vivid picture and bring back memories of times spent in silence with my Baba too…no words needed when you can communicate with your heart
touchy.