Sunday, 18 August 2013

Alone



At the stroke of midnight, when the world was fallen in the abyss of slumber, there was someone awake. With teary eyes that misted her already blurred vision, she scanned through the pages of her heart for the right words.How to begin? She dint know!     "Dear ....", she inked with trembling hands. Tears fled as the word smiled at her from the crimson note of love. 

A shy, introvert girl of 16 could never imagine of a life with a stranger, a man born a decade and 2 years before her. Swollen eyes of hers, on the most special day of her life told of her grief and anxiety of leaving Moms shade. It was gonna be a new life. A life she was unaware of. But fate wasn't cruel. Though the waves rocked her hard, the shore was humane and affectionate. The buds of her life bloomed in this new dawn of happiness. Her family grew. Her soul found oneness with her mate and they weaved a nest of their own. She was his angel and he, her savior. But fate had then resolved to frown at them. They too had to face the test of time! 

Was it fate that the autumn of separation should follow the sunny spring of love? Her soul was ripped apart. They were spaced miles apart. But love could only grow. For their kids, they could stand it all. Sans each others warmth, they found solace in memories. Though none could see through their smiles, the wet pillows told the tale of the tormented hearts. 


No! She couldn't put her heart to words. Tears of agony had eaten her up. And all she wrote was, " Happy 70th Wedding Anniversary" 


For all those ruthless hearts who rob their old parents' smile and separate them in an age when their bond of love is above the world, shed a moment to think.... Is this the tale of your Mom and Dad ????  



This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Sunday, 11 August 2013

Remnants




A Reunion. It was a journey to trail the once trodden path, to rekindle the dust laden memories and to capture moments. The beach, the moonlit sky and the vestige of a drizzle . The old melody that was sung led our hearts to those vibrant days of youth. All were now the same lads and lasses in early twenties, just as when we parted! The ambiance cheered the once young friends, now in the dawn of fifties. An aura of obscure freedom and carefree abandon draped us in the folds of love and friendship and let us free of burdens. Light at heart, we were all feeling good. 

The "young" lads danced to the music that flowed in the air in the euphoria of alcohol, the girls tapped their feet, gossiped and laughed, the kids perplexed with the youthful vibe and drive of their parents munched on the food, the couples swayed hand in hand, like newly married ones and  then there were the guys with serious faces smiling at the "lads", silently singing along the melody,paddling in the waves of memories. And there was I watching them all, a silent bubble floating in a sea of noises! 

The soft, cool breeze hugs me and I watch him, her husband, my bestie, dancing with her, holding her tight. The refrain reminds me of her, my first love. A love that I buried deep in the crevices of my heart, for my bestie. The libretto talked of her. The hazel eyes, luminous face and angelic smile. She was still the same. The zephyr suddenly seem to spread the fragrance of flowers that once adorned her frizzy hair. It brought in the remembrance of a familiar ache that pestered my heart then, every time I saw them together. I smiled to myself. Yes, once I was deeply torn in love. 

The waves beat hard on rocks and the palms swayed in rhythm and then ended the melody. I felt my eyes moisten at memories that smiled at me. Just then, a known hand fondled my arms. "I love you", she hummed to me. Yes, she too couldn't escape the spell of time warp. I breathed to her, my better half,  "Love you too Bella". And, she is why I loathe the bards who sung that love touched you only once in life.