Sunday, March 2, 2014

The pretty old Abode!



Amma told rather pleaded," Ramkrishnan, you buy that house, the owner is about to put it for sale."

“What is the use, amma. It is pretty old, why do you keep all these sentiments?” laughed the son at her demand.

“That house witnessed my kids’ babyhood-your sister’s and yours.”
We had our unforgettable events of life there only.”

Easwary, her husband and two diminutives had their two and a half decades of existence in that dear-to-heart dwelling.

The outlay of two bright offspring’s academics had positioned the house in their affluent neighbour’s hands, with reluctance much. Amma’s eyes became tear-filled and mind sauntered through each and every nook and cranny of that house. She couldn't convince her son the value of that abode which his late father had built bit by bit with intricacy.

“Ha! He represents the new gen of the day,” a deep sigh bounded from the mother



For http://writetribe.com/9-sentence-fiction/

9 comments:

  1. Very sad. What else can I say?

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  2. Yes, Sarala Ma'm, most of us don't realise the importance of the 'tharavadu home' these days; the camaraderie of yesteryears is lost. I can understand Ramkrishnan's attitude. What happens these days is the partition of the tharavadu and sale of respective shares for monetary gains.


    A nice story, from contemporaty lines. Thanks for this :)

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    1. Yes,Sreeja, people do not see the worth, as they think in terms of money only.Thank you.
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  3. Hmm! A house is buried with memories of love and happiness worth more than the wealth accumulated over the years.

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  4. So sad! The son should have fulfilled his mother's desire.

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    1. AMRIT,SM and KRISHNA, thank you for your lovely comments.I don't know if I have clicked'delete' instead of 'publish' by mistake.The comments are not seen now.

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