15/06/2022
Did i hear no melody? Did i fake the smell of sweet roses? Was there never a beautiful rosewood box that I held in my hand? Was it all my imagination?
Questions galore, the little boy stood still as if in a trance which was broken only by the sound of his mother calling out for him. "Come and have some food", she said in a somewhat discordant tone. The boy though couldn't fathom the reason for the coarseness in her tone did realise that something was amiss. His mother was good at hiding emotions but today seemed different. She seemed visibly uneasy, the lines on her forehead more prominent, and her eyes dull. She handed him a bowl of rice still lost in some thought. The silence was deafening and scary.
The boy finally gathered some courage and asked "What is it mother, is something bothering you?"
She didn't respond except for a faint shake of her head.
The boy finished his meal in eerie silence the whole time thinking about the strange turn of events. It was all a dream, an interesting one but a dream nevertheless, he surmised.
As he got up to leave, he heard his mother mumble something under her lips...Through the rumbling breeze, all he could hear was "the box..."
