Writing 101, Day 17: Things we leave behind
Writing 101, Day 17: Mine your own material or : Things we leave behind: Tell us about a time you’ve left an object, place,person, or even an idea behind_ and had to move on.
As I couldn’t mine my material, for there wasn’t much I wanted to write about. I therefore chose to write about memories of a place we left behind, not because it was our wish to do so, but cruel fate ordained it for us.
I had just turned twelve when everything was going wrong, the place we loved the most, turned its back on us, it was no longer feasible to hold on to it.
My eldest brother and my mom decided it was time for us to leave Rawalpindi and go to my parents original country Bangladesh.
It was not only the city, but the house, the garden, the three majestic Eucalyptus trees we had to say goodbye to. None of these things belonged to us, we were tenants, but we loved them and wanted to stay there forever.
Our time was up, memories of that city, the house , the garden , the trees is still fresh in my mind,as if it was only yesterday we played, we walked all around the house, went to the nearby race course to watch the horse races and were rooting for our gardener cum jockey’s white horse.In the beginning it was leading the pack and suddenly we saw all the other horses were leaping forward, and our favorite horse came last.
Disappointment was written all over our faces, when the gardener came to work next morning. I had too many questions he had to answer, he took the easy way out. It was not his fault, the owner instructed him to slow down. He tried to make it simple for me, I was a kid who refused to understand that the owner would do such a thing. These things although in the past brings back memories of our joyful days, and joy is always followed by sorrow. This unfortunately is the fact of life!