One Of These Endings |✔

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9th August 2018

I shift in my bed and look at the necklace.
The beads gleam in the sunlight,
sending reflections across the walls.
I watch them dance,
when a memory pulls me into a daze.

A bittersweet feeling fills me
as I reminiscence about the question
my mother had asked me when I was six.

We were in my childhood home.
It was summer.
She was frail,
on her wheelchair,
yet her laugh was the loudest one in the house.

That evening,
she asked me something,
"Tryst...
what will you choose?"

At that time,
I didn't know the gravity behind what she was making me choose.
"About what mama?"

"A choice between life and memories."

Memories.
That was such a foreign concept for the six-year old me.
There was only one thing I knew.
In an innocent voice,
I said,
"I don't want you to die."

Her laughter was boisterous.
"Who told you I'm dying?"

"Papa."

"So will you forget me?
If it meant that I can live on?"

With a pout,
I nodded.

If I thought about it now,
I think I will still do the same.
I'll wish that she would be alive.