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    Grey shades

    Grey shades

    It is just six in the morning and the sun has already started to peep through my windows. Unlike the other days, today I am more eager to wake up earlier. I slowly get down from the bed and walk to my balcony. It is a beautiful summer morning and the warmth of the sun engulfs me in a wave of happiness. I almost get mesmerized by it, when a sudden breeze of fresh air hits me. I feel the freshness washing my face and the growing adolescence in me. I stand there for some time and come back inside my room to check for any messages on my phone. I take it and find none in it. This makes me a bit unhappy, but I know it is quite early for anybody to make a birthday wish. And yes, it is my birthday today and I am very much excited to send a ‘Thank You’ message to everyone who wishes me.

    I keep my phone on a table and go to the kitchen. I decide to make a cup of coffee and when it is done, I take it one hand and move to the front door to pick the newspaper. I take it in another hand and walk to the living room. I sit on the sofa and then take a sip of coffee. I open the paper and start reading it. There is nothing new that had happened and I start turning over the pages... I reach the international column and read the headlines. It said, “China started this bio war in the name of CORONA virus before 60 years- says America’s president.”

    This is a shocking statement. Not because America has accused China but it says it had started back sixty years. Suddenly my hands start shivering, and it becomes a little pale. My hands shrink and get covered with wrinkles. I drop the paper and see my hands. My whole body feels weak and I get engulfed in fear. I quickly stand and run to my room and see the mirror. I see an old lady in it. She has got grey hair and a pale face. She stands slightly bent and her hands are shivering and so are mine. I look at my hands and look in the mirror. I lift my right hand and so does the reflection. It is me. I am that grey-haired granny in the mirror. I touch my face and those lines on my forehead. There is a beep sound on my phone and that is a message from my friend. “Hey! Happy 80 my old lady! You made it one more year! XD. See you soon...:p” 

    Tears started rolling down my face in happiness. Today, I am at my happy eighty’s and when I look back at my younger days when I used to have so much fun with my friends, I really miss them. But to be honest, life in grey shades is also interesting, because we still have fun chasing each other in ‘wheelchairs and canes in our hands’.

    - Abhinandana R

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