Celebrating after the celebrations
Last night's chatter had died down. The excited sequels of his grandchildren, the booming laughter of his sons, the frivolous banter of his daughters and daughter-in-law, and the loud beating of his heart. It was now quiet and slow life had returned. Yet, his heart was still drumming in his chest, rejoicing after having met her after almost two decades. Celebration continued post the celebration of his seventy-fifth birthday. Sandra, the timeless beauty of St Cathederal School in Shimla, had suddenly paid a visit to his slow, arthritic life in Nashik. Not much had changed with the girl. Ouch!! Could he still call her a girl? Forever, his heart replied. The first flutter she caused in his chest like the gentle flapping of a bird eager for flight was always remembered. How could he forget the way his spectacles slipped down the sweaty bridge of his nose when she stood next to him in the assemble? The memory of her stern glance catching him watch her foolishly, bubbled ye...