~Reminiscing~ [short story]

Gemini · #1 (**permalink**) 06-08-2008, 01:40 AM

My first ever short (and so far, only) story. It was written in 2006...I don't remember what exactly provoked the urge to write it but must've been a walk in one of my favourite places. Jai hok...pore constructive criticism dile khushi hobo

~Reminiscing~

I am sitting under this ancient Sugar maple tree, watching the raindrops fall without touching me. I've been sitting here, watching the day gradually blend into night.

That's all i do these days. Watch. I watch people pass me by. Watch them walk hand in hand. Some walk alone. Everyday I sit under this tree and watch. I watch the sun set and the moon rise. Birds leaving home at the crack of dawn and returning to their families at dusk. Also, I hear. I hear those people talk. Sometimes they laugh, argue with each other, talk on their cell phones.

I have loads of free time. I use the time sitting, watching, hearing, and most of the time, thinking. I think of my family, my friends. People i saw everyday at school, sat beside in different classes, saw almost daily in the streets. Teachers. I miss them. I even miss riding the bus to school.

I am forgetting how it feels to have a name, an actual identity, to be visible. I miss being surrounded by the ones i liked. I am so loney here...No one to talk to, no friends. I miss my friends, our little cirlce. I even miss my brother who always played stupid pranks on me. Most of all, I miss company.

There are no parties, no hanging around here. No book to read, no music to listen to. I loved those. I guess there is nothing much i can do about it!

Oh they come alright, my family, friends. They bring flowers for me every week. They don't see me, though. I can. I can hear them as well. Last week, my best friends brought me tulips. They were my favourite Spring flower! My friends stood where I am sitting now, under this maple tree. I watched them from the other side as they placed the flowers down. Then they cried. I started crying too, but ofcourse, they couldn't see or hear me.

I dont like being here all alone like this, but that's just the way it is, i suppose. I have to stay here, far away from everyone and everything i once loved. I can never go back, nor can i have them back. It's been almost seven months, but i'm still not used to being....dead.