It was a soft sunny morning. Sandra woke up to the melodious singing of the birds at the branch by her window. A sweet smell filled the house. Ah! Grandmas delicious pomegranate jam tells her its Saturday..It was a tradition they followed. Grandma used to make fresh Jam and she got crispy fresh loaf of bread. Sitting on the porch of their oakwood house, they sipped tea and watched over the serenity of the mountains covering them. The quietness around was similar to what grandma can notice in Sandra,”Something you want to talk about?”, she asked ,with a soft voice and the worried eyes searching her innocent face for the reason behind it. ” Oh I am just fine!”, sighed Sandra and sipped on her tea. She knew her reply would not satisfy the restlessness in her grandma’s heart. But this is how it was meant to be.
Last night when Sandra was walking home alone along the dark alley. She could hear some footsteps following her. She got worried and started walking hurriedly. But the footsteps caught pace with her. Only when she paused, did she realised that it was nothing but her shadow of her past, trying to catch up with her. If she ran it would just run towards her. It was a part of her that followed her. All she needed to do was to take a pause, step in the light from the darkness that was behind her now,to let the shadow go.
Early morning sitting up with the sun, she was silent knowing that its light is warm and her grandma’s company too, she can live in the light now,she needed the sun everyday to remind her the brightness it brings. But her grandma also caught her worry of the darkness of the night and the footsteps it follows.
Grandma had forgiven Sandra for the night when Sandra and her grandpa drove in the car far on the high mountains and Sandra came back alone.
Grandma was alone too, but she knew that Sandra’s guilt from the past is keeping her company and so is grandma.