He had been lying asleep on the floor for some time now. One would have thought that the house had been empty had it not been for the sounds from the fan as it continued whirring. He was in a rare session of a long uninterrupted sleep from which he hadn’t woken up for the last 8 hours. This would however not last long as he was soon rudely awoken by the constant ringing of the doorbell. The doorbell along with the banging on the door aggravated the headache he got from the being woken up so suddenly.
“YES! YES! I am coming” He yelled before getting up. He got up with the help of the sofa, and walked groggily towards the door. He fumbled a little with the door lock before opening it. The sudden burst of sunlight hit him hard in the eyes. He looked through the squinted eyes to see his domestic help standing at the door. He let her in the house, and closed the door. She didn’t need any specific instructions and went about her normal routine which began with making the rooms tidy after which she would wash the clothes in the laundry basket and vessels in the kitchen sink. The sunlight had ensured that he was wide awake by now, and he went to the bathroom to freshen up.
After brushing his teeth, and washing his face he took a long look in the mirror. His hair hand grown long and without the generous of a comb appeared wild. His stubble had grown into a full beard, and had now begun to itch below his chin. In spite of the lack of responsibility he felt towards it because of being on a ten day leave, he took up the can of shaving foam and began to shave it itchy growth of. He turned on the shower and stood under it for some time, motionless. Generally he would find such a long bath relaxing, however he didn’t feel the same today. He wondered if he had felt anything for a long time now.
After the prolonged shower, he put on a tee and shorts. He walked in to the kitchen to take out something to drink from the fridge. He picked up an unfinished carton of juice, and began to drink from it. He stared at the month’s calendar he had stuck on the fridge. It was the 12th of this month. This meant that he still had four days left in his leave before he would have to resume the daily grind again. The very idea of it seemed to dull him even more.
The domestic help had finished her work and he nodded as she went out of the house shutting the door behind her. He went back to the hall where he had been lying asleep before. He checked his mobile after he plugged it in the charger. There were a couple of notifications from Facebook and Whatsapp. Nothing that couldn’t wait, he thought and sat down on the floor again. He rummaged through the brown bag that was kept on the sofa. He took out the many envelopes that were kept in them, with names of the different cities that he had been in.
He opened the envelope with the name SFO on it. He had very fond and personal memories associated with the place. He emptied the contents of it on the floor. There was a bill for the first breakfast he had there, couple of dollar coins which were returned as change, and a photo postcard he had purchased that he had forgotten to post. He stared at them for a couple of minutes more, lost in the memories that were rushing back. He then moved on the others.
16 thoughts on “Memories”
brilliant, dude:) It’s a pleasure reading your write-up and love the style.
Thanks mate 😀
Tangible. Like some memories are. It’s a thought to hold.
What I particularly liked was the way it moved, in a measured pace, comfortingly, to a poignant close, that promised more. I wish it had gone on a bit more 🙂
I was trying to keep it under 700 words, I think which is why you get this feeling
You left us in such a way that, you want to enjoy your trance and making us to chew our memories!!!
That was the intent, I wanted the readers to feel the angst of missing something, or remembering some past times as much as the character in this story
I would like some more, I don’t want this unsettling feeling. I have this weird habit of taking characters out of movies, stories to the part which is not written or shown. Write some more.
This was my intent here.. I wanted the readers to feel the same angst as the character. I didn’t want any closure
Hmm…n u did a good job at it.
So, then what happened, Hrish? 🙂
All the best!
I wanted to leave this with an open ending.. no closure, just wallowing
wow well written…could feel the essence…but the story could have ended in a optimistic note…
Sreedev Soman @ KookyDom
This felt almost autobiographical to me! Wondering………. Thanks for taking part in the contest.
This was so very well written… by the time I reached the end I was almost saying Nooo… you cannot be leaving it here!
And yes, it did leave us wanting for more!! 😀