Monday, May 22, 2023

still a big question!

                                                                                        Author: Ankita15dombe
Image: A Loving Couple  (here)

There she was standing forlornly with looks of expectations and concerns written all over. Waiting for a friend she later confessed shyly.

Amidst the bustling corridors and lecture rooms, our paths met. I remember the fluttering heartbeat, the nervous glances, that preceded the first approach. She, the freshie lost in her thoughts and I the senior ever hoping for a 'victim'.

Those carefree days, when time was often a neglected luxury the world outside seemed distant and irrelevant. We indulged in the simplicity of playful banter, oblivious to the responsibilities that awaited beyond the campus gates. 

When college life drew to a close, warmth of courtship transformed to uncertainties, It served as a reminder of the impending options and choices open before us. But it strengthened the transformative power of young love into something bigger. So we thought!

This memory stays with me, like a treasured relic from a bygone era. But sadly whispers of innocence of fleeting moments and possibilities fizzled into nothingness. Time may have carried us on separate paths, but the memory of our courtship in college shall forever be a cherished treasure. Just wondering what the intricacies of life would have been on the road not taken!

Emotions nurtured
Blessed feelings when it lasted
But life could be cruel

Frank at d'Verse Haibun Monday-memory/

7 comments:

  1. I like the way you describe those memories as relics. I enjoyed reading your Haibun.

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  2. Wow so much depth of feeling here. Luv this haibun.
    Thanks for dropping by my blog Hank.

    Much💖love

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  3. Hank, you took me with you on your memory journey. Exquisite and deep writing.

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  4. What a touching story of young love, Hank! I like the setting of ‘bustling corridors and lecture rooms’ and the way you covey your emotions in ‘the fluttering heartbeat, the nervous glances, that preceded the first approach’. I think we all miss those carefree days. I also like the idea of memories as treasured relics. Sadly, life can be cruel.

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  5. Wonderful memories, Hank, really well written. 👍🏼🙂✌🏼🫶🏼

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  6. This is a very special tale... so much that doesn't last.

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