It was happening again. Slowly from the bench he sat upon, a fresh green of lush lawn started spreading out like an oil drop on tissue paper of wide expanse of snow. As it went further and further, it brought everything to life. The leaves appeared on bare stubs , the frozen white of the stream came alive to blue as the atmosphere came alive to usher in the warm sunlight that let loose it's blue horse. Trees bathed in warm golden glow as came out the flowers among the leaves .Dewdrops shone from grass blades . Then came the chirping and Twitter and the scene was alive. It kept changing though , as if someone was fast forwarding the slides of nature's shades through some heaven-located projector. It went on transforming until it was...
whoa! It was a garden , the one he fleetingly remembered ,a remote memory; it slipped more out of mind the harder he tried to grasp the Sandgrain-vestiges of it.
It was hopeless ..but he could not rest either without placing it right . He knew it was unreal but he was curious and ,strangely, comforted by it.
Then came - sounds of laughter, as two childish silhouettes appeared . One blew soap bubbles and the other jumped and clapped them off . One bubble drifted along the breeze, went near the acacias on the tree .....and sat on them......
And the girl ....,a girl? Yeah, a girl! It was Jessy! Jessica ,he now remembered. He remembered, how she clapped when she saw the bubble alight on Acacia flowers and then he too clapped -
And now he found himself clapping and those around him looking at him .He smiled apologetically at his neighbours and then to himself. He was back on the bench where it all began and was waiting for her now. Waiting for who? He tried very hard to recall but he could not. he'd had a lapse again. then ,a bubble came drifting and he remembered,...
that it was his grandchildren playing bubbles and was supposed to take them back home.
whoa! It was a garden , the one he fleetingly remembered ,a remote memory; it slipped more out of mind the harder he tried to grasp the Sandgrain-vestiges of it.
It was hopeless ..but he could not rest either without placing it right . He knew it was unreal but he was curious and ,strangely, comforted by it.
Then came - sounds of laughter, as two childish silhouettes appeared . One blew soap bubbles and the other jumped and clapped them off . One bubble drifted along the breeze, went near the acacias on the tree .....and sat on them......
And the girl ....,a girl? Yeah, a girl! It was Jessy! Jessica ,he now remembered. He remembered, how she clapped when she saw the bubble alight on Acacia flowers and then he too clapped -
And now he found himself clapping and those around him looking at him .He smiled apologetically at his neighbours and then to himself. He was back on the bench where it all began and was waiting for her now. Waiting for who? He tried very hard to recall but he could not. he'd had a lapse again. then ,a bubble came drifting and he remembered,...
that it was his grandchildren playing bubbles and was supposed to take them back home.
