Shattered Memories

Sara walks down her favourite lane

Sara had walked these streets from the time she had started to learn to walk. Walking with her mom, dad, grandparents, friends.

She remembered when she had accidentally dropped the painting kept at Khan uncle's display , breaking its glass into a thousand pieces. All she got in response was " You really need to get a pair of eyes fitted on your legs." She had been the darling of the street, talking to every shopkeeper form her childhood. .

She stopped at Khan uncle's shop, The door blackened , half broken and ajar. No beautiful paintings inside.
The smell of freshly baked cakes, bread, sweets would make her hungry every time she passed Sukesh's bakery. A bakery serving out delicious bakes from more than half a decade , stood half burnt, smelling of burnt wood , pungent enough to kill any hunger.

She tried to hurry avoiding looking up at the shops until she reached the door that defined Fashion for her from the time she had known what it meant to dress up . Rachel’s Colorful earrings, bracelets, all hanging on strings outside the shop inviting people to get in and try them on. Sara looked at what she was wearing now and could almost hear Rachel shriek "Sara what have you done with yourself, get in, let me fix you up and see how people will not be able to take eyes off you." adding a naughty wink.
As Sara stared at the rumble where her shop once stood, she could not stop asking " None of them had asked for war, had not asked for another piece of land other than what they had stood for years, had not wished bad for anyone . Then why were they wiped out like this, to satisfy, whose ego, whose ambitions, it was surely not theirs."