Dude Where Are My Shorts?

I remember the last time we met. We parted mutually because the relationship was not moving forward. We were stagnated in time.

As I was packing my bags to move out I started remembering every little detail and every little time I spent in this house. The curtains, the stove, the kitchen, the bed and you…

I can still forget all but I could never let you go from my memories. It was the hardest decision I ever made in my whole life. It shattered me to the core. I am still feeling the aftershock of it all.

As I was packing an era of my life I remembered my most prized possession- my blue denim shorts.

Not your linen shirts, not your frappy hair and definitely not your crooked nose. I wanted my comfort shorts. After everything we went through I wanted my shorts back.

Dude where are my shorts? I asked again and again. When I did find them, you were wearing them like you owned them. I couldn’t take them back now!

After so many years when I finally realized as to why you did not return my shorts was nothing to do with my shorts but a part of me that you wanted to keep with you! People keep movie stubs, dinner receipt and gifts and cards, but you kept my shorts. The worn out denim shorts…

You kept a chunk of me with you in order to remember me. I can still remember how they looked on you and how that whole lifetime felt.

I no longer want my shorts back but the boy in them. The boy I left behind and the boy who loved me.

A Mother and ADaughter

 “She is all I have and I want to do so much, but I have got so little time left “thought Sarah.

Sarah told John to look out for her precious angel, she is going to be heartbroken. John was more concerned about Sarah rather than their daughter. Sarah was dying after a long struggle with cancer. It took almost five years, but she had a full life.

    A young teacher loved by her students and respected by her colleagues . She was a girl next door. She was made on order to be a beautiful wife and a great daughter in law.

    When their daughter Nickie was in 7^th grade Sarah  was diagnosed with cancer. She had her lump removed and got better for a while. She was elated when her results came back positive. She has always been a fighter, though she could not fight for her daughter. She has always been busy with her household chores and managing her house.

In her daily duties she forgot that she had a daughter and a beautiful one with a heart of gold. She thought she had enough time to develop her relation with her daughter . She had John to take care of first who needed her constantly for small things and big things.

     One day when Nickie came home she found all her relatives and instantly knew that her mom must be ill , lately her condition has been deteriorating . She could not see her so she went to her room and opened her books. She was not a spoiled brat but a shy girl who sometimes acted like a total tomboy. She was blossoming like a flower. But as the time knew her mother was getting worse. John was not very rich but he took good care of them. He knew his wife was leaving him her body was too weak but did not show his concern.

   He was praying each and every day for just one more day. He knew it will be difficult without her.

    Nickie started spending more time in school and planning her day in extracurricular activities ,just to be away from that dreadful place called home.

   She could not understand how her mother would be leaving. They have not yet talked about anything yet. She never told her how she felt. How upset she was and how lonely she would be. She never shared anything with her but now she wanted. She could not understand why she is leaving her when she needs her the most. Nickie was broken inside but she put on a brave face for everyone so that no one would pay attention to her. She came home ate whatever was made and shut herself in her room with music blasting.

    One day she came home and saw that her mother was critical. She was breathing hard and a nurse was taking care of her. She swallowed her tears and went in her mother’s room.

  Sarah was happy to see Nickie home. She knew it is just matter of days now so she did not want to waste her time with Nickie. She took her daughter’s hand in hers and with tears welling up she said  “my angel, I am sorry!”

   In those few words she said everything she ever wanted to say to her daughter. She was sorry that she had no time.

   She was sorry that she could not see her teenage daughter grow up.

   She was sorry that she could not see her daughter graduate or get a job or go on a date. No time to share jokes or anecdotes or simple incidents from the mundane life.

  But mostly sorry because she won’t be able to see her daughter as a bride , a married lady and a mother.

  Those final words all Nickie could remember and she would get past anything.

                             “My angel I am sorry”