Two heartfelt tales that weave the whispers of memories, love, and resilience, capturing the essence of what is forgotten yet deeply felt.
In the whisper of the wind lies the breath of the forgotten, carrying untold stories for those who listen. The whiff of your redolent breath still invokes the undisclosed sagas of other days. I can feel your smile in nature’s buoyancy, where you indoctrinate me with life’s lessons to envisage every peril. You admonish me of probable menaces that threaten to curb the facile rhythm of my life.
The cryptic alarm raised within me by your silent knock renders me the grit to reclaim life once again. The furtive waves of your love bathe me in and out, summoning your tender motherly concern that has been my protective shield since my carnal birth. A profound ventage still feeds on my flurried nerves when some unidentified gale brushes against me.
– Indrani Chatterjee
Memories of you both engulf me as the breath of the forgotten echoes through my mind. The soft hum of your favorite melody, Aai, and the fragrance of your perfume, Papa, awaken a longing in my soul. Both of you showed me strength as well as kindness.
I remember the tears, the laughter, and the countless moments we all shared. My heart wells up as I yearn for the warmth of your presence. Your wisdom and guidance shaped me, and though you are long gone, your memories remain as a poignant reminder. In the tapestry of life, your spirit lives on.
– Swati Tamhankar Mohandas
