the Flickering Candle

The candle light flickered in the wind, half heartedly staying on. There is no sound from the expansive halls where once it was filled with clanking of bangles, tinkle of anklets,  laughter over a joke said, shouts of children playing in the hall, the footsteps of servants running errands. All that was till a week ago. The hall lay empty and barren, the two old souls were all that is left of the days of the old.

The house had been sold. The house was to be demolished as soon as night passes. Then they will have to leave. Leave where he had been born. Leave the only place she knew after her marriage. The home where their children and their children’s children were birthed and made their homes.

They had their share now. Nobody cared about the old structure of bricks and stone and the two lost souls. Lost in thoughts and grief, they leaned back in their chairs in the veranda. The candle gave a final splutter and died.


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  1. #1 by Kavita on July 13, 2010 - 7:25 AM

    Aaahh… so true this is!
    We forget to value the old… And I really wonder why
    We forget that it wasn’t just a pile of bricks and stone, it was a home!

    When my parents sold and moved out of our old apartment back in India, to another city altogether, I was so bitter about it! Grrrr… how could they?!?!?!
    But then, here I am, sitting in the US… I suddenly felt odd about my own feelings… hmm.. confused! confusing…

    A very good read though! Won’t show it to my parents though… they’ll feel guilty 🙂

  2. #2 by hoiden on July 13, 2010 - 9:32 AM

    me too…wen my grandparents moved out of our old home…i was so annoyed even if i understood the reason 😦
    this is the sad fate of many families in india….:)thank u for reading:)

  3. #3 by Jingle on July 14, 2010 - 3:01 PM

    nicely done,
    what a beautiful story.
    the image is great!

    • #4 by hoiden on July 15, 2010 - 12:54 PM

      thank u loads jingle:)

  4. #5 by Jingle on July 14, 2010 - 3:01 PM

  5. #6 by lesliepaints on July 16, 2010 - 4:57 AM

    Is your name Hoiden? I want to thank you for stopping by my blog and commenting so I could visit you. This is beautifully written. I like how it starts with the candle and ends with the candle. One can never replace that home. The old souls are going to need to find room, perhaps, for that candle in their hearts in order to get by.

    • #7 by hoiden on July 17, 2010 - 1:53 AM

      u hav an amazing blog 🙂 Hoiden is my nickname… 🙂
      For those who have lost their ancestral home esp wen they are old the pain is worse than losing a limb…thank u for ur comments…

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