The Old Friend

Linking this with the Half Marathon at The Blog Chatter, Day 4 and Daily Post.

The Old Friend

(77 Fiction)

It was easy to see, as he sat on the verandah, that age had finally caught up to him. He had become frail, no longer what he was a few years ago.

“He’s as old as Grandma, I think,” Salil whispered.

When he passed, everyone mourned him silently.

“Grandpa used to rock me to sleep on him,” Salil remembered, looking at the broken frame of the once magnificent easy chair, the oldest legacy their family had had.

(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 19th July 2016)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

24 thoughts on “The Old Friend”

  1. This is such poignant write, Vinay people come and people go but their memories remain etched in our minds as we move forth in the journey of life. Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,

    • Thank you, Utpal. 🙂

      I will read soon. I’ve taken the link from the comment and added it to the website URL itself. It hadn’t come to my pending comments list earlier.

  2. You reminded me of an old wooden sofa that belonged to our grandfather. Even now decades after he has gone, if any of us forgets to use a coaster and puts the cup down on its handle the rest of us shout out in dismay just like he used to.
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    • Oh yes. Such pieces of memory will be preserved, even if the owner of the piece has passed on. I’m happy that that sofa is still being taken care of. 😀 Thank you, Tulika.

  3. Reading the title and the first line, I was curious to know who the old friend was. It came as a pleasant surprise then to discover that the easy chair is the hero. Goes to show how inanimate objects can be as or even more memorable than people. Nicely written, as always!
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