“Is it true?” Ramanappa uncle asks,
His voice trembling
with the weight of the looming death
That awaits the memories he has
nurtured and raised over the years.
I walk as slowly as I can
Listening to the music of the
rustling leaves beneath my feet,
He walks as fast as he can
His body swaying with every step taken
with the aid of his vintage walking stick.
He knows the answer but asks
the question in a hope that
Someone would tell him it’s a rumour,
There’s no corridor – elevated or flat
His Cubbon Park will remain intact.
We stop at the Silver Oak tree,
Like we do every Saturday.
He places his hand on the trunk
and murmurs her name.
He begins his story as usual,
‘We would sit under this tree
and talk for hours,
Her head on my shoulder,
Our fingers entwined like creepers.’
Today, however, he ends it
on a different note,
‘It’s good you are not here, Sarada,
There’s a storm coming.’
Author Bio: Rajni Mishra crafts tech stories with data-driven plots and fictional tales with real characters. Her stories and poems have appeared or are upcoming in the Breadcrumbs Magazine and the Bangalore Review. She lives in Bangalore in a home built of books.
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