With every 'woosh,' each blade left behind,
My admiration for the giant fan grew and grew...
Until the windmill, itself felt as big as the earth.
I held her hand and inched towards big, menacing slabs of steel swishing past us.
Her grip tightened around my wrist as well.
I could tell she was embarrassed to admit that this was a terrible detour.
My dad stood by our Santro, like a distant observer. A gentle guide.
I have a million memories, so many that I can just pick and play and replay it in my head, whenever I want to.
~
In reality, she's gone now, so has the menacing wind monster and so has the gentle, young man.
But in my reality, they'll always live.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
With every 'woosh,' each blade left behind,
My admiration for the giant fan grew and grew...
Until the windmill, itself felt as big as the earth.
I held her hand and inched towards big, menacing slabs of steel swishing past us.
Her grip tightened around my wrist as well.
I could tell she was embarrassed to admit that this was a terrible detour.
My dad stood by our Santro, like a distant observer. A gentle guide.
I have a million memories, so many that I can just pick and play and replay it in my head, whenever I want to.
~
In reality, she's gone now, so has the menacing wind monster and so has the gentle, young man.
But in my reality, they'll always live.
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