Via : Midnight thoughts - She sat near the fireplace in her room as the spine chilling wind was making her shiver. With a bowl of dry fruits and a cup of coffee, she started recalling the past December. Witnessing the snowfall, a smile hugged her lips which made her dry skin crack a bit. Little drops of blood appeared near her dimples. Smiling was never this difficult, she said to herself. She played the same number they used to listen to, ocean of memories broke all the barriers she placed and made her nostalgic. Theres something appealing about music, I dont know what is it. But if I am sad, theres this one song which makes me more depressed and I cant help myself but to listen. This same song, makes me more happy in my happiness. I guess effect depends on our mental stage? she wrote these lines in her diary, a diary that had all her secrets and flood of feelings mentioned in it. A note on the glass table, an old rotten rose, a few pictures and that first card. She held the card and started going through the lines on it. When the sun will shine so bright and in the dark, frosting nights Thoughts of you, keeps me away from fright An expected kiss, one day I might Be mine and let me love you all my life? Not so deep, yet very deep. How simply he proposed her and how lucky they were for not having any barbaric societys decision imposed upon them. How easily they became one. She started watching the pictures they had together, a forlorn attempt to escape. But going through each picture, a knife of memories stabbed her. How they used to be together, listening to their favourite music, how she used to ask him to play her favourite tune on guitar for her, how she used to mess his hair and then disentangle them. How little little things they never gave much worth, became important to her. Memories, they are a curse and an escape at the same time. Curse, when we think of a particular incident that had happened, a blissful one, it makes us wish. We wish to go through it again, pass the bridge of time and go back. Escape, when we recall a memory every green, when weve lost the thing about which the memory is, it allows us to breathe it again. So was happening to her. I shouldve patience she said to herself. Hed be back soon, I know. I just have to wait for a few months more Appeasing herself with such thoughts was her only way to tame her childish emotions and craving for him. She picked up a novel and the coffee mug she completely forgot about. Cold, it was. She smiled. Everything seems dead without you, looking at his picture she said to it. Thats why Im back, to revive them she heard his voice. I should better sleep. Now my senses have started playing with me she said to herself. Well, theyre not. Im back, honey he turned her face towards him and held her in his arms. Yo..u..you? Your..youre back? excitement wasnt allowing her to complete her sentence. Yes, Im back. I was on duty and then I remembered you once wished to have at least once a happy December. So, I took train and came back he smiled. December isnt always said she sighed and put her head on his heart, listening to her reason to breath.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 11:08:16 +0000
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