old hut of memories

The old lady was spotted standing at the train station. She was on her way to that one most important place. She bad forgotten her path in the world. She had lost her way. She was on her way to that one place where she would never forget. HOME.

After a long ride, the train came to that familiar station. Memories of her playing tag with her childhood friends flooded her head. The young mahogany that stood at the side of the road had now matured into a giant. The tiny road path that led to her village was still there.

With each step she took, she was flooded with childhood memories of herself playing with other kids. Soon she got to the ever familiar bamboo fence. The changes were visible. The gate had already been eaten by termites. She remembered when she and her mother erected the fence. The memories were ever fresh.

She pushed the gate open to be greeted by the old hut house. The roof had been blown off by the wind. The empty hut still stood even after years of fighting with rainy storms and the storm.

The hut was the only place she remembered as home. It held all the memories of her youthful years. She took her first steps as a baby in that house. She learnt to do virtually everything here.

The image of her mother's smile was deeply etched in the old hut. She still remembered when she left the hut to build her own home. How her mother cried, how she herself cried. That was the last she ever saw of her mother. The last she ever saw of the old little hut where she grew up.

She made to push open the wooden door of the old hut, it came crashing on the dusty ground. It had had its fair share of termite attacks. Looking into the hut, she was flooded again with the memories of her late mother. She couldn't help but say, "mother, I'm back home".