Bonds Revived

Bonds :: That Handwriting, those Neck Ties, those Earrings… ..:::
In the daily routine home cleaning, alone in the company of myself and my duster, walking around from room to room I ritualistically walk into (what used to be…) my ‘Dad’s Study...’.. :) Dusting here and there I see those of his files and folders that have been orderly stacked by him over the years in several shelves… This day, for a moment, I Stop…. and Wonder in my mind…. ‘its been lying there so long, why not have a look and dispose off the unnecessary files/ papers... ? I leave the duster and settle myself on the floor right there !! Pulling out several of those files and envelopes and flipping page by page, I quietly sit down to look through the papers ....I come across envelops (containing papers) on which he actually had marked ‘To be thrown away after my Death’ ….hmmm….Sigh !!! ….and Then….continuing to flip over pages…. I suddenly/ pleasantly come across my ‘Dad’s ‘Beautiful Handwriting’’ :) :) that in my solitude, instantly triggers a SMILE and an avalanche of fond memories and thoughts of him .….!! :) :) I open a box and see his Phd note cards stacked in there…. His writing I had always admired, was always so beautiful both in English and Urdu-Persian… :) … there are also several typed pages as well..  I don’t mind happily Pausing from all my work….. to briefly read here and there of the papers….…Then surrounded all over the floor by papers ..I carefully sift some that pique my curiosity/interest and set them consciously aside from the mounting stack of others to be thrown away…. .. These become my valuable agenda - To be read--!!! later in the day at leisure……!!...When I’m done with this task of cleaning and clearing, I Realize… That---This is the story of each of our lives.. our dear parents leave one day, but the bonds are left alive forever …..manifest in little things--- like ---their mere ‘handwriting’, his ‘neck ties’ knotted still...in the cupboard that you open daily, the scent of 'his Suits’, her 'Saris', still hanging quietly on hangars in the almirah, his and her ‘wrist watch’ that you have still kept safe dearly.. his empty ‘armchair’ positioned his way in his room still.. his ‘foot rest stool’…his ‘spectacles’ his ‘wallet’ resting in the drawer, his ‘books’ properly arranged in his library, ready to be pulled out anytime… his ‘shoes’, still shining polished bright..perhaps any moment waiting to be walked into ....!! Her (mom’s) trinkets, her jewellery, her sandals her hair dryer, her passport, all those things bearing his and her name and 'Everything' that still (even years after) …Breathes the Life of Them, in your Life …....that defying all logic…You will Never, Ever be Comfortable Parting with….as long as you are alive…