Tag: grief

Walking to the Happy Place

Oas looked at the grumpy old sod again lying down in front of Sara’s picture. Well, at least that is what he thought Mr Marvel was. Somewhere deep down he knew he too was exactly the same — an old grumpy looking sod. And Marvel had made sure Oas is never allowed to forget that. He saw a human reflection in the feline every time he looked at him.

But as Sara had wished, Oas had made him his buddy, his partner for years now. They were inseparable — waking up and cleaning together; cooking and eating together; reading and sleeping together. Marvel made sure he spent, with Oas, every single minute of the day, spreading happiness and contentment. And Oas always believed things would stay the same.

Alas, the time has a way of unearthing one’ fallacies — putting one face-to-face with history. Didn’t Oas hold similar beliefs about his happy times with Sara? How can he have forgotten so quickly that they didn’t last him for the lifetime either? And today he woke up from the self-induced dreamy slumber again.

Not by Marvel, but by the absence of him on his side. Oas trotted down the stairs to find him motionless in front of Sara. He knew the grumpy sod was done being grumpy. Sara would’ve been ululating next to Marvel’s body — that was if she had been alive. Now, she must be dancing with joy, with Marvel to her side, at whichever the place it is where people go to stop being the sad mortals.

The thought cheered Oas up. He too was close to done being the grumpy old sod.


This is the conclusion of the story I had published on how Sara brought these two grumpy old souls together.

Our Mutual Pact

Remember that day when the Coffee House owner had thrown us out of his restaurant?” Jai stirred his coffee, and his memories.

Of course,” Jui guffawed. Any owner would have done that. We were shooing away every customer that was walking in.”

There. That’s the laugh that was causing everyone to just freak out.”

Jui raised her brows and whacked him on his shoulders. Yes, you had made me spit the coffee out of my nose, almost. Coffee running down my nose, water running down my eyes. And then this laugh. Such an idiotic witch I must’ve looked.”

But how can you blame me? I was just trying my best to woo you. I wasn’t sure I had won you over yet.”

So you thought let me be this joker that had already made me fall in love with you?” Jui asked, rolling her eyes. Sometimes I quiz myself what was I even thinking when I accepted your proposal.”

Jai was all smiles — looking at her, so full of her carefree laughter.

It was also the day you had promised you will never leave me.” He was staring at her now, smile slowly receding from their lips.

Why did you leave, Jui?”

You know why I did, Jai.” She looked down. She knew she won’t have any answer for what was to come. You also know I didn’t want to.”

But you did.” Jai was a tad vexed now. It’s so unfair — this should not have happened to me, to us. What wrong have I ever done?”

Don’t be too hard on yourself. And you see, I am still there for you. We have made sure I will always be.”

Jai shrugged, You know it is not the same anymore.”

He looked back at Jui, in an attempt to read her face. But she was already looking down, eyes closed. He knew it was coming any moment.

And it did. I should be going.”

Promise me you will come back.”

Of course, Jai. All you have to do is call.”

She looked at him, looked deep into his eyes. She wondered if he will ever stop blaming himself for how their lives turned out.

His eyes revealed nothing though — plain void stared back at her. Every emotion, every thought, every dream was washed away during the numerous tearful nights he had spent.

She stood up. Jai watched her saunter along, climb into the mirror on the wall and disappear. He wished he could follow her there.

But he knew Jui would want him to stay back for their little princess. He looked at her — cuddled up, so calm, in her blanket.

Jui had promised, after all, that she would always be looking at them as long as he continued to live for their princess. Their secret little mutual pact.


This story was first published on Medium as part of the amazing publication The Weekly Knob.