The day… well, it has always been memorable.

The clouds dictated the mood – somber, in mourning, resisting any reason to bright up. The thick dark clouds passed through all day, deafening thunder accompanying it; I stood on the bridge admiring this natural beauty which we so rarely get to experience.
There was a sense of uneasiness in me all day; my uncle had passed away a day earlier, it was a day of celebration and contemplation – it is also an annual day of remembrance. It didn’t help my mood when the heavens opened up as I walked to the station; as much as I love the rain, today was just not the day to be drenched. By the time I reached the train, I was soaked through my suit, my shirt sticking to my skin.
It was at that moment when I heard her voice for the first time. Relatively unknown to me, I get a call wishing me all the best for the year ahead. As I spoke to her for the next half hour or so, I had this bizarre sense of comfort in the conversation – it was as if we had spoken before, as if this was not the first time that we were speaking – like our friendship had been strong for an age.
That evening, as I went through my customary routine of contemplation, I couldn’t help but think about my conversation with her earlier in the day; it was unspectacular, yet her thoughts had the mesmerizing buzz which moved me from the supposed status quo. I sit here today, a couple of months later, and look back wondering if that was a turning point of sorts; the peace that I needed with the past to move ahead with life. Unlike the storm that day, her entrance into my world was far more peaceful; her impact on me – well, it has left this memory imprinted on my heart forever.
I hope you are enjoying this series of guest posts which will continue to appear in the coming days. 19 bloggers will have their posts appearing on this blog over the next 3 weeks, I hope you can enjoy our memories.
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This is a great story. Sorta of brought a tear to my eye. This is also a great thing you have going here with the comments helping out charities. Good for you.
a great narration!
What a great story, thank you
This is one of thsoe stories that would remind everyone of a special close friend in their lives who IS there… or was.
A great read.
This is the sweetest ever…I love it! So who is the lucky one?
and things were never the same ever since
oh i just had to add this .. finding the “peace” is always tricky.. until you find the piece that completes you !
Awesome post! It was in empathy with what I was living last night…funny…
Btw Cook…it’s me, lol, you’ll realise, it’s just that I had to change my identity
beautiful x
I just loved this picture….It compliments the post really well.
P.S. dots not sure if I should laugh or not but your comment was funny….What if you dont find a piece ever in your life does that mean you will never be in peace? Or what if you dont have a piece missing does that mean you are in peace already? I guess you are oh well I have answered my own riddle.
nice post
Lovely! Where is this anyway?
Awesome post! It would be lovely to have someone that has that effect on me.
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