Back in time!

I got down from the rickety bus, taking the cold fresh air in. I slowly walked down the path which leads to the castle. The view, very similar, nostalgic. The same snow filled peaks all around, the same orchid plantation on the sides of the path. The castle stood on the cliffs of The Himalayas. Even though its old, it is new as ever. The ghosts of my past dancing and playing around me. Its been years, but still I feel like I belong here.

I reach the huge wooden door carved with flowers and circular patterns. I reluctantly knocked the door. I haven’t been here since ten years, I have never seen this place without my grandpa. Now its gonna be weird without him. Rose, the maid, opened the door with a big smile, the same smile she had ten years ago. She hasn’t changed at all, except for the gray hairs and few wrinkles on her face. But she was still the same beautiful lady with whom I grew up.

I entered the hallway as big as a football ground, with ceiling rising to the skies. On the left was the fireplace above which hung a huge photo of our great grandfather holding a gun. Beside the fireplace was the grand piano which my grandpa and I loved to play after dinner. On the center above the marble floor was four couches places around the apothecary table which contains the vase which the Britishers gifted my grandfather. On the left was the statue of a lady in a dance pose smiling at people sitting on the couch. The ceiling is dome shaped with colored glasses to allow limited sunshine inside the hallway. All the pillars around the castle was carved into beautiful symmetrical patterns.

“Sit down, Chintu! I’ll get it.” Said Rose pointing at the couch.

This is the exact same hallway where I first learned to walk. Where I first learn to play piano. Memories rushed in as I looked around. Every single part of this castle had a memory associated with me. This was my sanctum sancstool  till my primary schooling. My grandpa and I were separated when my dad got transferred to Mumbai. Since then life has been so busy, I rarely visited this place.

I slowly moved to the piano, and blew off the dust. Time had stopped in this place. It was exactly the way I left, except for my grandpa. I sat on the stool. As I kept my fingers on the keys, I choked. Guilt rushing in. It was my mistake for not being with him. With tears trickling, I started pressing few keys. Each tone pricking my heart. I slowly increased the pace, the random keys joined to let out the melody ‘Fur Elise’, the first song my grandpa thought me.

I jerked and stopped playing as a hand touched my shoulder. “Are you OK?” Asked Rose. “I’m fine” I said wiping my tears. “He loves you no matter what”. ” That’s what makes me worse, his love was unconditional ”
“Now now, come on, drink this tea” She said giving me the cup and saucer. On the table was an urn, for which I came, this long.

“Your bus is by tonight, isn’t it?” She asked.

“Not anymore, not for sometime” I said.

“I knew this would happen, I have your room ready darling.” She said with a big smile and gently kissing my forehead.

Writing101 Day II

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