Its been almost 20yrs. I no longer remember him. His hands groping me in the dark, that cellar where we used to play, his fingers counting the naked ribs of my body…they are all forgotten.
He was 18yrs old when he had come to our house to help granny with her household chores and he became such a good friend of mine. I could never imagine those summer afternoons without him. Granny sleeping in her armchair, mom and dad out for work and we, playing in the cellar. Our games nobody knew of since it was our own small world, our games, our little secret !
20yrs down the lane, he is just there in some amorphous form in my mind… lurking in some corner, my friend is long forgotten by the family but his memories still continue to linger on in my mind, no matter how hard I try to forget them.
P.S: this is my first attempt to write a story.
