It’s been several months; I have been silently following her through
her life. At times, when we have crossed each other and our eyes have
met, I have failed to supress my admiration for everything she is; yet
we are strangers. At least, I’m, to her.
She left her home quite late tonight; which is unusual, she mostly stays at her home at night; often seen dwelling with a novel by Paulo in her hands, in her living room, from her apartment window.
She covered herself well in denim and leather for the cold winds outside. Walked in her bellies, on the footpath, silently; hands in pockets. Crossed the red light, the book shop and the café; gazed at a poster saying “Find Love…” laughed mockingly and continued. Soon she reached the road cornering the lake. She glanced at the lake, shining in stars and moon; then she shifted her gaze to the old cottage at the farthest end of the lake. Unable to control her enticement about it, she ran.
Old guard there somehow knew she would come; and looked like he awaits her. He opened the gate with a polite greeting as she reached there. She reciprocated the greetings in a hurry and paced to the backyard, on to the platform over the lake. She stopped with a momentary pause in her heart beat- breath. She smiled.
It was a covered platform, with to chairs and a small dining table at its centre. At the centre of the table stood a withered candle light stand, waxed and decorated with a red lace, dulled with time. She took up a small bell from the ground; it seemed to be the one used in decorations for various celebrations. She placed it on the table; removed her bellies, sat on the chair with folded legs, pulled her jacket tight. Smiling, as if she is remembering something grand and delightful from her life, she took a ring out of her pocket; a platinum ring, with a tiny diamond as it’s centre piece. Played her finger with it, she then placed it on the table near to the bell. Took up the bell and ringed it; sat gazing at the ring, the stand, the table, the lake… Hour later, Just before the sunrise, she took up the ring.
After she left, I went up to the platform, picked up the bell and kept it in my pocket. To my best find table had a message, carved beautifully, and was made to look antique by the time.
“Today, I gift you my life; Happy birthday Darling.”
26th December, 2009
I stood there quietly, sun rose over the lake, and it sparkled… after a while I left.
… Happy Birthday!
She left her home quite late tonight; which is unusual, she mostly stays at her home at night; often seen dwelling with a novel by Paulo in her hands, in her living room, from her apartment window.
She covered herself well in denim and leather for the cold winds outside. Walked in her bellies, on the footpath, silently; hands in pockets. Crossed the red light, the book shop and the café; gazed at a poster saying “Find Love…” laughed mockingly and continued. Soon she reached the road cornering the lake. She glanced at the lake, shining in stars and moon; then she shifted her gaze to the old cottage at the farthest end of the lake. Unable to control her enticement about it, she ran.
Old guard there somehow knew she would come; and looked like he awaits her. He opened the gate with a polite greeting as she reached there. She reciprocated the greetings in a hurry and paced to the backyard, on to the platform over the lake. She stopped with a momentary pause in her heart beat- breath. She smiled.
It was a covered platform, with to chairs and a small dining table at its centre. At the centre of the table stood a withered candle light stand, waxed and decorated with a red lace, dulled with time. She took up a small bell from the ground; it seemed to be the one used in decorations for various celebrations. She placed it on the table; removed her bellies, sat on the chair with folded legs, pulled her jacket tight. Smiling, as if she is remembering something grand and delightful from her life, she took a ring out of her pocket; a platinum ring, with a tiny diamond as it’s centre piece. Played her finger with it, she then placed it on the table near to the bell. Took up the bell and ringed it; sat gazing at the ring, the stand, the table, the lake… Hour later, Just before the sunrise, she took up the ring.
After she left, I went up to the platform, picked up the bell and kept it in my pocket. To my best find table had a message, carved beautifully, and was made to look antique by the time.
“Today, I gift you my life; Happy birthday Darling.”
26th December, 2009
I stood there quietly, sun rose over the lake, and it sparkled… after a while I left.
… Happy Birthday!
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