The Mirage©


Remember that class picnic? It was the day after we had finished our Pharmacology Quiz, and I had done so poorly in it. At least I thought I had but ended up getting a good grade anyway. I don’t know how. You had told me all along that I worry too much and that I would pass it, but I was crying and you held me so tight and said that it was just a silly class quiz and not a public exam. And when the results were known later you had said, “I think Dr. Verghese has a crush on you. That’s why you passed”. How we had laughed at that thought. Do you remember that?

The next day we all had gone on the picnic, and you didn’t come because you had to meet with the army recruiter in the middle of the day. You forced me to go along with the others. There were so many of us all talking and singing and laughing, and I was so alone. It seemed the world had stood still, even though I saw the trees fly by, and the small villages with their little homes speed along. The sky was so intensely blue. It always is blue there, isn’t it?

When we all piled out of the college bus, the whole area was so perfect. The trees had formed a canopy of leaves so I could hardly see the sky. There were so many birds and flowers. Maya and I started walking toward the creek after lunch, and kept climbing up. It wasn’t a steep climb, and we kept along the bed of the creek, which widened in some parts and narrowed in others. We came to a grotto like place and saw the waterfall over it. It was like a curtain of water, hiding a cave, which was nothing but an alcove of sorts. It was a beautiful place. Maya wanted to return to the group and she started walking down, telling me not to stay there too long. I sat there and played with the water. My feet dangling in the cold, almost icy cold water!

There was so much peace there. Everything was so perfect. The air was gentle, the water cold and the sky so blue whenever I could see part of it. And suddenly you were there. Standing in front of me. I thought I was dreaming. You smiled and sat down and removed your shoes and put your feet in the water.
“This water is icy cold”, you said.
“Why did you come?” I was looking at you in disbelief.
“The army recruiter came earlier than I expected.”
“How did you get here?”
“I brought my motor bike”.
“You drove twenty miles on these narrow paths on your motor cycle?”
“I didn’t want you to be alone!”

My eyes spilled mist all over the cheeks, and you held me and said,
“And also, I missed you!”

We had stood behind the waterfall, and watched the cascade come down. You reached for my hand and I had given it to you without any hesitation. We walked back, this time we were walking in the creek bed. The pebbly prattle keeping rhythm with our heartbeats, our feet cold against the soft silken stones in the water, we didn’t want that moment to ever end.

But how quickly everything vanished. All those moments all that love, the dreams of youth and the hopes for a life of togetherness, just disappeared. Like a mirage! Everything was stilled… and the silence tore through and through.

This morning, a friend talked about walking along a creek near her home and described the water being cold and the stones so pretty under the water. And the sleeping ghosts were awakened and thoughts of memories came hurtling towards the closed doors of my heart, and kept knocking and knocking and knocking….

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About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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26 Responses to The Mirage©

  1. slmret says:

    This is absolutely beautiful, Zakiah! What an interesting glimpse into your past!

  2. Rupali says:

    This is lovely.
    A little corner in heart stores many beautiful moments.

  3. murisopsis says:

    Such a vivid story!! Dream or reality? I can’t tell but I felt the cold water and saw the green forest cathedral!

    • Zakiah says:

      Dream and reality. Sometimes I have to embellish my thoughts to feel like reality. That there was a picnic, it was a reality. Friends are always a reality. How they respond to my thoughts, is laced with fiction, I think.

  4. Oh my… beautiful, tender and touching. Thank you for sharing this.

    • Zakiah says:

      My pleasure darling Matt. I love writing things like this so you would enjoy reading them. Hope you are doing well and staying safe, love.

  5. mrswrangler says:

    Very lovely. Sounds like a vivid memory.

  6. Wow! Haven’t read anything so intimate and beautiful in some time! Thank you for sharing! So inspiring! I hope to write this weekend!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you so much. I am beginning to think that I like to dabble in prose more than in poetry… well, having said that, I think I have to retract that. I love writing poetry. Something happens to me when I write poetry in verse.
      Waiting for your posts.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you darling. Hope all at home and in the nursery are doing well. Need to get to your pages and see LC. I am getting the withdrawal syndrome here.

  7. A dream of love Zakiah so well said . I believed it was a real story . Anyway this says something true about you.
    Thank you to share with us.
    Love ❤

    • Zakiah says:

      Dear Michel,
      Thank you for feeling my vibes. There is some reality in the post, and some fiction, I cannot lie. so many memories that lie within the deep fissures of my brain, wanting to look up and get out. They are tired that I smother them often.

  8. I’m so glad you answered the knocking.
    This is so beautiful, so lovely, so heart-touching it brought tears to my eyes.
    Your heart is in this…and the way you weave your words evokes my senses and ignites my emotions.
    Thank you for sharing this with us!
    (((HUGS))) 🙂 ❤

  9. r_hsw says:

    Beautifully written, Zakiah. Like a piece of a movie scene. I feel like I was there to witness it.

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