A Mystery Contest #2 || Lost in the Old Street, Found a Memory||

Alhamdulillah, I am fit and fine and believe that you are fine. Today, once again I am moving to take part in this amazing contest. This contest has been organized by sir @oneray.
In this post, I am going to share my horror story. Hope you like it.

I still don’t know what pulled me there that day. It was just an ordinary afternoon, and I was walking without a real purpose. Sometimes we all do that just move where our feet take us. I closed in an old part of the city I had not seen in years. Streets were narrow, full of bricks broken and faded walls. No traffic, no noise, only the sound of my own footsteps and some birds sitting on wires above.
I continued near a rusty gate that looked half open. Something about it felt familiar, but I could not say why. I looked around. Nobody was watching, so I stepped in.
Inside, the path was even quieter. There were old houses on both sides. Mostly windows closed, doors locked but there was one house light yellow, cracked walls. This gave me a different feeling. I do not know what it was infact but my heart beat fast. I felt like I had been came before.

When I came nearer, I felt an old swing that was hanging from tree. This creaked slightly in the wind. My mind flashed back to something a boy swinging high, laughing, a woman calling my name. This thing hit me alot. I was that boy. That voice was my grandmother.
This was her old street.
I stood frozen. I had not thought of this place in so long. After she passed away, we stopped coming here. Life got busy. People moved, memories faded. But now, everything was coming back, the smell of her kitchen, the old wooden chair, the sound of her bangles when she used to hug me.

I walked to the house. The door was locked, of course. But just touching the handle made me feel warm, like I was holding her hand. I sat on the swing. It made a soft sound, like it remembered me.
I closed my eyes.
In that silence, I heard something. Not a real voice, not something from outside but something inside me. A whisper: Beta, you finally came back.
Tears rolled down without me noticing. It was not sadness. It was peace.
When I opened eyes, street looked the same. Silent, old, almost forgotten. But for me, it had become alive again not with people but with memories. There was no ghost or any kind of hidden treasure that day. But I felt heart piece. I did not know I had lost.
Sometimes, getting lost leads us to the place you were truly want to find.
Before lefting I took a picture of the gate, the swing, and the house. Not for social media, only for me. I do not know when I’ll come back again. Maybe never. But now, I carry that street in my heart, like a quiet corner where love never dies.
Are you have any story like that? I am waiting your answer...,

Sure you all achieve your dreams and find peace and do not forget about me in your prayers. 🥰

Thank you for being with me.

@m-princess

@oneray