Stanstill
Updated: Jun 7, 2023
By Savaanha Sequeira
Her apparitions manifest in his subconscious, amid her favourite hues of green and yellow. He buys toys for his children in those very same colours, almost as if to honour her memory. She was after all the love of his life (that would be putting it lightly).
They met in their early twenties in an Ideal’s (if there’s anything that makes Mangaloreans’ think they have bragging rights it’s this local chain of ice cream parlours).
But alas, it was not meant to be. He was Muslim and she was Hindu, hence their union was probably doomed from the beginning (it wasn’t only due to the small-town mentality but the era too that made it forbidden).
The giddy headed love birds parted ways when she got relocated, vanishing without a trace.
He went on to marry a ‘religion appropriate’ wife and they had children too, like ‘good Muslims’ often do.
Agonizingly, for the Hindu’s lover it’s as if she never left. He will never cease to be a prisoner, caged and held captive by none other than his own mind. He recalls with ferociously vivid detail everything about the scarce memories they shared (all teary recollections).
The memories they shared fifty years ago.
By Savaanha Sequeira
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