Parents
Writing prompt: parents (courtesy of Hiba Masood @ Drama Mama)
That lady in the picture would have been Ammi. Happily swinging in the moonlight, breeze in her hair, head in the clouds.
Baba would have been the one watching from the window in the cave. Maybe enjoying the nature scenery, maybe muttering “pata nahi kia karti rehti hain.” (Urdu for “who knows what she keeps doing!”)
That’s who they were. Two completely mismatched people whose parents decided they should tie the knot. So they did. And they worked hard and remained loyal, right until the very end.
I think they were just getting to the best part of their relationship in their old age, with both children out of the house and no one but each other for company. And then suddenly, one day, she was gone.
And all he had was a grave to visit in a different city than his residence.
Baba would have been the one watching from the window in the cave. Maybe enjoying the nature scenery, maybe muttering “pata nahi kia karti rehti hain.” (Urdu for “who knows what she keeps doing!”)
That’s who they were. Two completely mismatched people whose parents decided they should tie the knot. So they did. And they worked hard and remained loyal, right until the very end.
I think they were just getting to the best part of their relationship in their old age, with both children out of the house and no one but each other for company. And then suddenly, one day, she was gone.
And all he had was a grave to visit in a different city than his residence.
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