Sands of time (Part 6)

Written By

Debolina Coomar

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(Contd from Part 5)

With the thoughts of her free will strengthening her weakened heart, which was buried by mourning all the sad memories, Shami also felt a drop of tear in the corner of her eyes. But, she knew that this time, it was happiness that moistened her eyes, and her soul.

Abruptly, she got up and walked towards the chest of drawers, kept at the corner of the room, and opened the second drawer. She took out a folder, and as she opened it, a few pictures fell on the floor. She picked them up and looked at the memories. They were so scattered- the people in her life had been so disconnected, the feelings in her heart seemed to be disassociated, her life seemed so disoriented. But, somehow she felt that NOW this was going to change.

She had already taken a step in the right direction by asking Atul to arrange for a family photo shoot on her birthday, and encouraged Jia not to give up on her dreams like she had done. She was also happy that Tulika and Dhruv have made a positive effort to rejuvenate their relationship, and handle their differences in a matured way.

Finally, she would have the ‘happy family picture’ that she had been waiting for ages. All smiles – real and happy, not fake and no pretence. In just a few more hours, Shami would turn 70, and this time, she was determined to start something anew, something of her own.

She opened the cupboard to take out her diary, and complete the lines of the poem she had been writing. But to her utter surprise, her diary was not there. She panicked. She desperately started to look for it in every nook and corner of the room, but it was not to be found. Shami sat on her bed with a thud and a drop of tear made its appearance at the corner of her eyes – again. She felt that she has lost a part of her, but where and how?

The clock struck twelve pulling her out of her reverie; Atul, Jia and little Sana came into the room with a lovely cake, singing “Happy Birthday”. Shami wasn’t ready, but she managed to wipe away the tears with the corner of her pallu, and made a valiant effort to smile. But, deep inside, the waves of an uncanny sorrow roared and splashed on the shores of her heart. She repented not being able to finish her poem.

Atul hugged her and wished her, followed by Jia, and it was warm enough to melt Shami’s heart and forget her pain, momentarily. She wanted to be happy and free on this birthday, but the loss of her dear diary still had her mind chained and depressed.

Now, it was little Sana’s turn to wish grandma. She jumped on her lap, and said, “I have a gift for you.’

Everyone had a smile on their face, and tried to feign a surprise. Gradually, Sana took out a book, and gave it to Shami. It took no time for Shami to realize that it was her very own diary! The one that she was frantically looking for…but it was different. It now had a cover, which read ‘MY FREEDOM by Shami Shyam’ and down below, it said ‘Published by Her Family, especially Sana Shyam‘.

Everybody in the room had read it. And, everybody except Sana had tears in their eyes. Sana- well she had a sparkle in hers and that’s where Shami saw her guiding light, her true freedom, her path of happiness and her new passion to live. Sana said, “Your last poem is still incomplete.”

Shami hugged her and thought, ‘Now, nothing is incomplete. This is just the beginning…’

At midnight, on her 70th birthday, Shami Shyam desired to live all over again, she was free, she was determined, and she was HAPPY at last!!!




As a believer of 'live & let live', Debolina likes to enjoy the little things of life. As a person who enjoys reading, writing and interacting with people, she finds it exciting to write about emotions, experiences, stories, lifestyle, parenting, self-improvement, current affairs and pretty much everything that affects a common man's life. Debolina is an ex-HR and Corp. Comm. professional, wife to a wonderful husband, mother to a lovely daughter; and a freelance content, creative writer, content developer and blogger. She strives to ignite the power of thought with a whole new perspective. Debolina shares her thoughts at:

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