“What am I supposed to do now?” he asked himself looking at his basket of bananas.
“How do I tell him to let her go? Holding on to the past has lost us everything, our banana grooves, depleted our finances, and for what?”
“Here I am selling the bananas from the same garden which I owned once and all he does is look at her grave.”
“There he goes, sitting always at the same place. And never giving another thought for me or the poor kids of his.”
The old man kept talking to himself. Their only source of livelihood now was selling bananas in front of the mausoleum which his son had built for his beloved wife…..after selling everything they had owned.
Picture courtsey: Ashish Gorde from Eureka Express( see my blog link)
I felt very sad when I read this. It sometimes is so tough to let the past go, but we must in order to survive !
ReplyDeletethe man who made that building is an exhibitionist. he could have it used it for better things.
ReplyDeleteYes t b g, we must! But we do not!
ReplyDeleteYes, poison but does anyone care?
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