Marked Memories
- Writers Pouch
- Nov 7, 2022
- 2 min read
When your wife dies, you find everything around you feels different. The music, food, and movies suddenly feel tasteless. Your motivation to start your day is absent, and the desire to stay back in bed is whole. It feels like there is nothing to live for, or no force is left that pushes you forward. You are no longer seeking anything.
Every object reminds me of her, and everything has a story of its own with her. She is like a spirit that is everywhere, and I can often hear her voice in the house. Her sari, dupatta, pearl earrings, and every one of her possessions no longer has the same spark. Maybe they realised she was gone, or I felt so.
It feels heavy from my throat to my chest, absent of the love she gave me, and in this pain, I feel a sense of relief just by imagining her wrapped up around my arms, closer to my heart. At last, all that was left for me were those threads of memories, and all I could hold close to was the walking stick she gave me.
