Monday, February 1, 2010

The Unspoken


It was the spring season. The sun was shining bright, sky was clear with a light shade of blue, the trees were loaded with fresh juicy fruits waiting to be plucked and the meadows - full of ripe crops to be harvested. A cool breeze was blowing. People as usual were doing their daily chores with full enthusiasm. Amongst all this, far in the corner of the central park, a young man roughly of the age of 26 - 27 years was sitting. He carried a look of sadness and seemed dazed as if in some another world. Upon a closer inspection, hint of tears could be seen in his eyes. A lump was forming in his throat and he was trying hard to control the stream of salty water. After calming himself down he picked up the soggy piece of paper which was tightly clutched in his hand. It was the 5th time he was reading it and still couldn't believe; his Father was dead.

He opened his bag and took out a picture of his father. The picture brought back the memories of the last time he saw him. It was somewhere around 2 years back. Fresh out of college Mike wanted to pursue his dream of becoming a musician. His father being a business man criticized it. They had lots of fights and arguments and in the end Mike decided to leave to chase his dreams. He could still clearly remember the fuming face of his father, standing at the doorstep. It was a deep shade of red. After Mike became successful he became so busy with his life that he never got the chance to go back and visit his father. The visit was always postponed to the next available opportunity.

Suddenly, the phone rang and its shrill sound interrupted the stream of thoughts. It was his dad's lawyer who wanted to give a letter which his father wrote but could never post. It was the last piece of communication from his father. The letter said " I am sorry son that i never believed in you and in your dreams. But now upon seeing how successful you are i can only say how proud i am of you. Hope you achieve whatever your heart desires. My blessings are always with you. Love you".

At that point of time Mike wanted nothing more but to hug his father and tell him how much he loved him and how sorry he was that he wasnt there for him. He regretted all those times when he hated his father for not supporting him and the times when he couldnt be with him. A feeling of helplessness was slowly creeping in. Mike wanted to go back in time and undo all the wrongs. He wished that he had said the unsaid and not left the unspoken feelings behind.

In our life too we refrain from telling our loved ones how important they are and how much we love them. Life is short and very uncertain. You never know when the person you love the most is not around anymore. So share all your feelings with your loved ones and make them feel significant. Say the unspoken words so that you dont regret in future.

7 comments:

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  2. awesome expression of words.... where was the writer hidden in you for so long... good it has come out. the world has become a better place...

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  3. One of the finest story i've read so far...
    Ur great and amazing writer.. lookin forward to ur blogs... :) love it

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  4. trully amazing....The power of words and the feelings of emotions...indeed the short n uncertain life deserves the truth to be revealed alwayssss!!u getting better wid every post..

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  5. Rishabh Wadhwa : :

    very nice gal... gud goin... :) :)

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  6. The anguish of life is that it passes us by too hastily…what we need to do is try to seize the diminutive moments that are the source o all cheerfulness…that last bite of ice-cream shared, or that last hug goodbye, the last words said while hanging up the phone, the last time u said ‘I love you’ to someone…
    These are type o moments that really bring out the miniature nuances o life and hence make it extraordinary.
    Like the author says…to say the unsaid is vital and in all probability one of the hardest things to do in life…make sure u do it!!!
    A gr8 post… :)

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  7. smriti tu writer bhi hai...itni perfect writer..simply loved ur blog

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