I sat amidst the wailing cicadas, the green overpowering my senses. There was no other sound, the only shift in the view was the occasional cloud rolling down the hill. I did not know how long I had been there… I had forgotten how I had reached.

My only memory was of the people – smiling and waving. They had seemed happy, even though death and destruction surrounded them. Burnt homes and smoking bodies – and yet, they seemed happy. I could not remember sounds. My memories were silent.


Memorari…to bring to mind

How does one remember a fading picture?

The cicadas paused… waiting.



About victoranish

A theatre worker living in Bangalore.
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