My only memory of him is of a moving figure behind piles of Newspaper.
I’d pull out a copy of the paper I wanted, say it out loud, leave the coin on the stack and walk away, heading for class or towards a train, back home. In the background a railway employee announced train departures and schedules in her rehearsed nasal tone.
On some days (when I was paying more attention) I’d catch a glimpse of his cotton shirt – simple and unremarkable – and a pair of spectacles, if I’m not mistaken.
I search and search for a memory from those six years. At times I remember headlines. I remember incidents. I even remember magazine covers. But I can’t remember his face.
He was killed in the attack at CST last year.
Ah, so sad. But it sounds to me like you remember him well.
Poignant and moving. Thanks for sharing your memory.
It’s interesting to read this sort of snapshot of one person who lost their life in that attack. It’s like you were a videographer standing several meters away, filming him and now presenting the film to us. I think this is well done.
Very well written Nehoo. Nice work
so simple, yet so powerful.
I love vignette writing like this. Thanks, Neha.
I like this writing, it’s very powerful and moving, raw memories.