Twilight hour...Darkness enveloped her.
As she groped her way to the top, she shuddered in cold. Her hands were numb, yet she assiduously climbed. When she finally reached her destination, she closed her eyes and felt the cold breeze brush against her cheeks. She could smell the faint odour of wet mud. Freshly dug up mud. When she opened her eyes, she could see the vast blanket of the never-ending sky. She pushed open the gates and ambled in hesitantly. The eerie silence urged her to walk faster. Pulling her cloak even more tightly around her she proceeded.
With each passing minute, she could feel her heart throb harder. Her hands kneaded into a tight knot. Her legs became feeble. She could hear herself walking. The rhythmic sound of her feet. One at a time. Slowly. One tap after the other.
But he was already there. Fear gripped her. Her mind was torn between the desire to stand still and the urge to run away.
But he was there just round the corner. Exactly where she had last left him. Looking just like how he had looked last time.
She could not restrain herself any longer. She threw open her cloak and ran to him. She longed for the familiar warmth of his arms. His cheerful demeanor had always lifted her spirits. His determination and principles had awed her. His love and warmth had assured her.
Every time she felt low, he would wrap his arms around her tightly and quietly whisper 'I will be there for you'. She would then look into his eyes and see her pain in him. When they snuggled into each others arms on a cold night, she would rest her head on his chest and fall fast asleep.
Now she could see his silhouette looming closer and closer every minute. She quickened her pace.
He did not hear her coming. He stood tall, patiently awaiting her. She fondly raised her hands to touch him.
He did not turn. She rested her hands on him and leaned against him. He still did not budge. Had he stopped liking her? Where was the tenderness she had always felt when he was around? Why was he so cold? What did she do to deserve this? She silently wept on him. Yet he did not offer any solace or comfort. He did not even concede her presence.
After her tears dried up, she took out a wilted lily from her shirt. It was his favorite flower. She kissed it, put it on his feet and walked away.
The journey back was longer. She gathered her cloak and tried to walk away as soon as possible. When she reached the gates, she turned around in the anticipation that he would call her back.
All she could hear were the graveyard bells, chiming peacefully over its lessees.
As she groped her way to the top, she shuddered in cold. Her hands were numb, yet she assiduously climbed. When she finally reached her destination, she closed her eyes and felt the cold breeze brush against her cheeks. She could smell the faint odour of wet mud. Freshly dug up mud. When she opened her eyes, she could see the vast blanket of the never-ending sky. She pushed open the gates and ambled in hesitantly. The eerie silence urged her to walk faster. Pulling her cloak even more tightly around her she proceeded.
With each passing minute, she could feel her heart throb harder. Her hands kneaded into a tight knot. Her legs became feeble. She could hear herself walking. The rhythmic sound of her feet. One at a time. Slowly. One tap after the other.
But he was already there. Fear gripped her. Her mind was torn between the desire to stand still and the urge to run away.
But he was there just round the corner. Exactly where she had last left him. Looking just like how he had looked last time.
She could not restrain herself any longer. She threw open her cloak and ran to him. She longed for the familiar warmth of his arms. His cheerful demeanor had always lifted her spirits. His determination and principles had awed her. His love and warmth had assured her.
Every time she felt low, he would wrap his arms around her tightly and quietly whisper 'I will be there for you'. She would then look into his eyes and see her pain in him. When they snuggled into each others arms on a cold night, she would rest her head on his chest and fall fast asleep.
Now she could see his silhouette looming closer and closer every minute. She quickened her pace.
He did not hear her coming. He stood tall, patiently awaiting her. She fondly raised her hands to touch him.
He did not turn. She rested her hands on him and leaned against him. He still did not budge. Had he stopped liking her? Where was the tenderness she had always felt when he was around? Why was he so cold? What did she do to deserve this? She silently wept on him. Yet he did not offer any solace or comfort. He did not even concede her presence.
After her tears dried up, she took out a wilted lily from her shirt. It was his favorite flower. She kissed it, put it on his feet and walked away.
The journey back was longer. She gathered her cloak and tried to walk away as soon as possible. When she reached the gates, she turned around in the anticipation that he would call her back.
All she could hear were the graveyard bells, chiming peacefully over its lessees.
2 comments:
Beautiful...
How did you get these images in your mind? Is it pure imagination?
yep..:)thanks..
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