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BALCONIES AND MOGRA- A SHORT STORY

I still remember how randomly I clicked on a YouTube video about Etiquette training. As a kid, I was a fan of exquisite ceramics, bowls, cups and fancy plates. Maybe that's because why, I was instantly drawn into the way things were done.


Doing everything and anything to turn dreams into reality made each of my cells tiring and drained, but fast forward, everything seems to be a dream come true. The way I dress, I groom myself and my dress are exactly the same I dreamt four years ago. Except one.

After the client meetings, I would energetically sprint to the top floor to behold the breathtaking view. Standing alone, looking at the skyscrapers remind me of the same sixteen-year-old, standing vulnerable about life. Back then, seventh storeyed buildings used to make my legs shake. Conquering fear of heights made difference now. I felt my phone vibrating and leave behind those levitating memories and climb down to go back home.

Apartments with nice wide balconies is my day and night pick. Last summer, when Maa visited me, she brought some planters and planted the Mogra plant.

The plant holds a sweet memory to its roots. It was gifted by S's mum on my sixteenth birthday. S's mum used to like me a lot because, one day S accidentally locked the main door from outside. She kept on calling him, but he was nowhere nearby. I was passing by and helped her unbolt the door. From that day onwards, all our joys and celebrations were shared.
It was hard for both of our families to bid goodbye.

As I walk towards the balcony with a glass of turmeric milk, each breeze touching the plant brings palpable goosebumps, extremely fast-moving pictures of the golden hours we shared, the laughter, the jokes, anything and everything.

People from length and breadth visit this city. And each day when I step out, I pluck a flower and put it in a small tub of water so that if we ever cross our paths again, a token of unsaid love will speak my heart. 🦋🌼


**A fictional, nostalgic memory of the protagonist in a busy city, reminiscing her childhood.
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