Student Reflection
Like An Afterglow
I stand in front of the dirty creamy wall holding the old, frayed and moth-eaten
letters close to my heart and shut my moisture laden eyes to pour out my
despondency. I treasure you Ma, the queen of my life, in my heart and my mind
keeps reminiscing about you.
The ache of longing to be with you echoes through the very marrow of my
bones. It is a chill wind trapped in the chambers of my heart. The twelve letters
you left behind, make me perceive your love for me better. I never knew that
missing someone could take over every bre of your being and wring you out
like a wet sponge every day.
Trust me Ma, you have become a silhouette, as if you walked from a photograph
and left behind blackness. There is an ache that comes and goes, always
returning in quiet moments. I wish so much, to sleep in your lap, to eat from your
delicate hands, to click seles with you, like all others do. Yes, I feel very alone
in my seles, without you.
Though you are gone, your aura remains, beautiful and strong, making the pain
all the worse, keeping the feelings so raw. It's a cruelty that the sun continues to
rise, to welcome in each new day devoid of your laughter or even your mere
presence in my daily courses. Yet, amidst all this pain, your aesthetic and
immortal soul comes with me wherever I go, just like an afterglow.
- Kabbyashree Dasgupta, SLS 16
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