And I looked back again. She was there, standing right beside that tree with the yellow flowers. That little girl with yellow scarf reminded of my childhood. I was grown watching that tree blossoming every winter. I don’t know the name of that tree, neither have I ever tried to find out. All I ever cared about was to collect its beautiful bell shaped yellow flowers. As a child, every morning I used to collect those flowers and show them to my friends. As kids everything around us is exciting, we would try to dissect the flower to find out how a flower is molded in bell shape by nature. How did it happen that a single tree can blossom so many flowers? Alas all was in vain!!! the question remained struck in our mind.
The girl was still there playing with the flowers as we used to do in our past. Now, I am grown up, started up my own venture after working in MNC for a while. Sometimes all we need is little insight of out past just to remind ourselves how lucky we are. Sometimes we wish, it might have been better if there was some another way out of the the mess we all are in. No wonder, I had strong urge to play with that little girl.
I said, “helloww. Whats your name?”
“Hi. I am Anjali”, She responded in beautiful voice.
Her voice was so melodious and amiable. I put my hands forwards and she shook it gently.
“friends”, I said
“friends”, a gentle voice came out of her mouth.
That beautiful young lady said, “sorry, I have go inside else my mom gonna scold me.”
“its fine. Go and play inside.” I replied
From that day onwards it became my daily routine to play with that girl in morning. One day I was late for office, and didn’t stopped even to say hi. The next day was like Armageddon, she scolded me really hard and didn’t talked for next few days. Damn, kids can be harsh. To get her by side, I have to buy her a Cinderella figure and a pack of Dairy Milk chocolates.
Every day was different, every day we had our little chit-chats. She asked me her little silly question that I had to answer. But one thing was common about that girl. She always wore a yellow scarf.
And like all other days, this was just another day. I walked toward that tree but girl was nowhere so I waited for a while. No sign of her. It was her birthday I have bought some gifts for her. After a while I left for my office with those gifts in my hands. Another day passed. I inquired about her from the nearby house where she used to live. And I was surprised by fact that she had moved to another city with her family. She never mentioned about this to me ever. I could sense my pensive feelings that were trying to come out of my heart. I looked at the tree, and its yellow flowers that have met their fate, detached from the tree. I took one flower, and placed it in my pocket, and moved on. After all it was just another day. Sometimes I think about that little friend of mine, “The girl in yellow scarf” whether I am gonna see her again or not. Will she remember me even after 10 years!!! Everything fades with time, but one thing that will always reside in my thoughts is time spend with that wonderful young girl.
The girl was still there playing with the flowers as we used to do in our past. Now, I am grown up, started up my own venture after working in MNC for a while. Sometimes all we need is little insight of out past just to remind ourselves how lucky we are. Sometimes we wish, it might have been better if there was some another way out of the the mess we all are in. No wonder, I had strong urge to play with that little girl.
I said, “helloww. Whats your name?”
“Hi. I am Anjali”, She responded in beautiful voice.
Her voice was so melodious and amiable. I put my hands forwards and she shook it gently.
“friends”, I said
“friends”, a gentle voice came out of her mouth.
That beautiful young lady said, “sorry, I have go inside else my mom gonna scold me.”
“its fine. Go and play inside.” I replied
From that day onwards it became my daily routine to play with that girl in morning. One day I was late for office, and didn’t stopped even to say hi. The next day was like Armageddon, she scolded me really hard and didn’t talked for next few days. Damn, kids can be harsh. To get her by side, I have to buy her a Cinderella figure and a pack of Dairy Milk chocolates.
Every day was different, every day we had our little chit-chats. She asked me her little silly question that I had to answer. But one thing was common about that girl. She always wore a yellow scarf.
And like all other days, this was just another day. I walked toward that tree but girl was nowhere so I waited for a while. No sign of her. It was her birthday I have bought some gifts for her. After a while I left for my office with those gifts in my hands. Another day passed. I inquired about her from the nearby house where she used to live. And I was surprised by fact that she had moved to another city with her family. She never mentioned about this to me ever. I could sense my pensive feelings that were trying to come out of my heart. I looked at the tree, and its yellow flowers that have met their fate, detached from the tree. I took one flower, and placed it in my pocket, and moved on. After all it was just another day. Sometimes I think about that little friend of mine, “The girl in yellow scarf” whether I am gonna see her again or not. Will she remember me even after 10 years!!! Everything fades with time, but one thing that will always reside in my thoughts is time spend with that wonderful young girl.
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