What a memory! Chapter 11

The dust storm raged on. The washing machine in the corner of the master bedroom's balcony had a printed white rexin cover. It looked beige now. In seventeen years, Ani changed six houses.

Ani whatsapped her only son, settled overseas with his wife. 

" Do you remember the address of each house that we stayed in?" Ani was slightly hopeful that he might remember at least three.

Rupai, her thirty-year-old son, responded immediately with the addresses.

Every house had some sweet some bitter memories associated with it.

" You are like your grandmother, who, immediately after the recovery from her cerebral attack, could recall every wee incident, every word of hundreds of poems that she professionally recited. Blood is thicker than water. The memory is your only legacy," Ani felt thankful that he has been deprived of her weak memory.

Rupai and Unnati had last seen each other when he was just a toddler. 

Ani was a university student then. She had completed her master's but was pursuing her bachelor's in education. Torn between the two families who were equally important to her. The ego battle of mature women had complicated even very simple and comprehendible situations. Nobody was willing to budge even a centimetre to make things pleasant or acceptable.

Ani watched the huge funnel of dust that moved across the fields and over the houses with closed doors and windows. Dusty memories let tears roll down her dusty cheeks .Her palms were dusty and she could not wipe them away.