Sunday, 1 September 2013

The Rainbow



The house seems to choke hard in the crowded aura. Tears spilled and none spoke.An awkward silence echoed hard. A spark of life flashed as the crying machine blurted out a noice.

The monotonous clamor of the telephone pierced through the damp walls.In an urge to put an end to the unsought cacophony Ananya pulled herself up. She wearily went on to pick up the crying machine. Reining a cascade of emotions, she mumbled "Hello" . A silence that burnt her senses followed and she heard it. "Anu, this is your Dev. I'm returning....". She felt numb. The world had a copious reserve of words. But none could fill the void of joy that rushed through her. The phone went dead, giving life to her hopes. 

"Anu...." A familiar hand caressed her head, and she was awakened from the bliss of the dream. Still in a trance, she stared hard at her Mom, with swollen eyes. Was it her mind rusing her? Or was it Dev?  "Anu... won't you see him for a last time? It's time for the cremation." Ananya din't budge. All the young widow could do was but sit and stare at the photo of hers and Dev. How happy, how perfect! Why couldn't the seasons freeze with the sunny spring? She wished nothing had changed. She wished Dev held her hands forever rather than lieing on the floor, bruised, pale and dead. It was more than she could bear. And she sat there, tears gushing from the crevices of her broken heart. "Anu, atleast talk to me, wail your grief and bid bye to Dev",her mom, hugged Ananya. But she din't speak. A shroud of anguish slurped down her voice. And without him, what could mere words matter to her! She let herself drown in the dire currents of silence! 

The death of the brave soldier, who sacrificed his life in the war front was mourned with grace. The final salute was adorned with charisma and the Tricolour shone bright on the corpse. She din't wish to see him so inert, so battered. And the corpse was carried off to the pyre. 

The phone went on pricking the stillness of the house. Ananya with a beam of hope, answered. "Hello" .... A hurrying voice hissed, " Is this Mrs.Dev? " Without waiting for a reply, it continued. " This is from Apollo Clinic, Mrs.Ananya's report is +ve. She is carrying". And the line went dead.Yes, Dev was returning to her,she yelled to herself. Poised between the sour and sweet ballad of life, she smiled through the misted eyes. And a tear rolled down, for this wasn't a chimera, but the rainbow after a fierce downpour!




24 comments:

  1. that was so touching.....i don't know what to say....

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  2. I liked the ending... mixed emotions at the death, but good that a new life would soon be there to ease her mind a little. Nice one :)

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    1. Now that's about the sweet and sour life. Glad that you liked it :)

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  3. hmmm.. very sweetly narrated. short and to the point... and such sweet and sour is the life itself... Good work!

    Read mine at Aashish - Sweet and Sour!!!

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    1. Thanks for dropping in and fueling my talent with your kind words :)

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  4. Beautiful narration for a touching story Parvathy. Sweet and Sour :) Keep writing for BAT!

    Someone is Special

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    1. Thank you :) All credits to BAT for the wonderful prompt. Loved writing it.

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  5. Touching...!!

    I dont know if i could say its a great post amidst the pain i feel after reading your post..!!


    Best Wishes..!

    Here's my entry for BAT
    Yamini Meduri

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    1. Thank you :) Elated to see that the pain reflected through my words well.

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  6. gripping narration,a tragic story with hope,well done

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  7. Very nice. Last line was written well :)
    All the best for BATOM :)

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    1. Thank you so much :) Good luck to you too Megha ...

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  8. Wonderful..I love this one the most :)

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    1. Thank you ... That was the best gift I could wish for ... Thanks alot ... :)

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  9. Ah, touching story, Parvathy! Enjoyed the narration. All the best...

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  10. Very touching story, and excellent usage of words ... brilliant

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  11. a touching post...
    keep writing...
    following...!!!

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  12. A sweet melancholy indeed!
    Captivating post Parvathy.
    Nice choice of words & a great writing style is what makes this a wonderful post.:D
    Keep up the good work!

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    1. Thank you for the great feedback :) ummm ... elated :D

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