“Dhroooov, where are you going to running with that bag? Come back. I need to sort out all your old stuff. Ufff!” I screamed,throwing my hands in the air, and followed him to the next room.
In the other room, he had turned the bag upside down and there were memories lying scattered all around him. I stood there standing by the door observing him as he was arranging those memories on the floor.
Memories from the days when he started walking always intending to go bare foot.
Memories from the days we spent together roaming around the town on foot. He wouldn’t agree to get tucked up in the stroller and so I happened to push the stroller with one hand and held his small hand with the other.
Memories from the days when braving the cold, after the rains stopped, we used to venture out because the joy of jumping in puddles matched to none.
Memories from the days when we spent the lazy sunny afternoons sitting on the benches at the train station watching the trains come and go.
Memories also come in pairs of different colours, I realised, perhaps.
“Are you here to buy them?”, he enquired.
His question broke my string of thoughts. He had put up a sign board saying ‘SALE’ and was quoting a price ranging from Rs. 10 to Rs 109.
“Who are you and what are you selling?”, I posed hoping to get an interesting answer.
“I am Agent Tiny and I am selling tiny shoes”, said he.
The setting is fictionalised but the memories are real.
This post has been written for Day 5 of the 7 day blogging challenge BAR-A-THON.
Today’s prompt is ‘Tiny shoes’.
I am with Team #CrimsonRush
Here are my other posts for the Bar-A-Thon
Day 1 – Unlikely Trance #BarAThon Day 1
Day 2 – Silent Dilemma #BarAThon Day 2