Memories do the magic. Part 1.

 " Nothing but memories remain", is the aphorism we have been hearing from our tender age. Since the intellect and experiences are not ample to comprehend the wisdom contained, the child usually ignores the meaning. Memories have their own importance in a person's life. It is memories and the remembrance of a particular meeting or an event which we cherish for long.

  Martin was a father of two and a loving husband of Patricia. He worked as a daily wage earner in a glass factory. Since he didn't complete his college, he had to settle down for such, blue collar job in life. The wonderful thing was, he never complained of his situation. He was immersed in upbringing his children and sustaining his household. There was a greatness in Martin's character and that was he refrained from bad habits like, gambling, intoxication etc. Another point was that he synchronized with the work,involved in, hence excelled. 

  He was recognized at his workplace as ' master of his trade'. Employees contacted him whenever they were in distress, and he resolved their issues. He was also revered by his superiors in the factory. Overall he had a very nice image as a workman and people honored him for his dedication. Days were passing by and everything was normal, Martin busy in work as usual and wife and children back at home. One fine day the factory owner came along with one of his friends for a visit. He demonstrated the manufacturing unit and the number of employees that he had. His friend seemed to be quite modest and mature person.

  The owner's friend inspected and analyzed the state of the workers, rather than the factory. He witnessed the jovial milieu in the campus and was assured that the employees were taken care of quite well. Suddenly he had a glimpse of Martin and there was a spark of sudden joy on his countenance. Perhaps he remembered something, and was eager to move on and exchange words with Martin. He went ahead and kept his hands on Martin's shoulder as if he was known to Martin.

  Martin looked back, anxious to know about the identity of the hand on his shoulder. Martin was taken by surprise as well as he had some blur memories of this person. He smiled and shook hands with his master's friend whose name was John. Both of them became emotional, as there was an element of emotion attached to their previous meeting. 

......Continued in part 2.....

Author                                       Prityarth.