Sunday, 4 December 2016

The First Snow
They were looking at the snow-covered tree; the old man had a wistful look and child had a curious look.
‘Grandpa, it’s just amazing, this snow. I wish I had come here earlier.’
The old man looked at the child, almost bewitched. How could the child say the same words? The child looked at his grandpa and smiled. He even smiles like her, the old man thought.
It was almost fifty years back when they had come to this place. She had never been to the mountains and the first snow had mesmerized her.
‘It’s just amazing, this snow; I wish I had come here earlier.’ She smiled; he felt an imperceptible squeeze on his hand.
The child tugged at the grandpa’s sleeve; the old man came out of his reverie. He felt sad for her; the child would have made her ecstatic.

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  1. Oh wow. What a beautiful story of memory. I was trying to think of something else than "memory" but I could only come up with repetition and that would have given the wrong impression. Words and me don't do well together at the moment lol

    1. sometimes present is just a flashback of the past gone by, thanks

  2. Poignant, with a lovely light touch.
    Enchanting, with lots unsaid.

  3. That is certainly a beautiful tale about invoking a memory.

  4. A lovely poignancy to this tale - nostalgic and sas with a sharp, pin like hit. Nice take on the prompt

  5. Nice touching tale, the nostalgic melancholy tone suits the prompt and this time of year perfectly. Well done.

  6. Nice, very touching story.
    Thanks for sharing.

  7. Beautiful...and touching as well...

  8. Lovely writing, an emotional piece.

  9. Blogging is the new poetry. I find it wonderful and amazing in many ways.

  10. Lovely story, I.B. Children can say some fabulous things. Good writing. :) --- Suzanne

  11. Hey keep posting such good and meaningful articles.