It had to end.She knew.Good things don't last.Not as long as one wants them to.She had known that all her life.The silver lining around the dark cloud is but a flimsy,fragile possibility.One that is visible only in glimpses and never there when one wants it to be.But she wasn't complaining.All her life she had loved clouds.Or rather...had learned to love clouds.When the sunrays first touched her,she was overjoyed and eager to nurture and cherish the feelings they had inculcated in her.Momentarily she had forgotten it wouldn't last.When night falls the sun is not there, nor are his rays.She wanted to wait for the next morning.It never came.In her heart of hearts she had known and dreaded it's non-coming.But she had hoped.Night had even stolen her shadow.So now she had nobody to talk to,nothing more to wish for...except that memory wouldn't desert her.Perhaps it would have been better if it did...but it did not.So it ended...the story of one sunny day...ended without a clap or an encore...ended as silently and unceremoniously as it had begun and the world didn't notice a change.
Monday, August 20, 2007
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4 comments:
erm,sorry to sort of intrude so suddenly but had to say that this is written and expressed beautifully....
Impressive piece. I expect no less from you. Should I read between the lines, babe?
Ahhh! Etar naam de, 'Bishad Shundorir Kabyo'!!!
@ Shreya-thanks for intruding. and thanks for the beautiful comment.
@arvind-thanks bro.yeah by all means if u can.
@sreetama-whatever u wish my girl!
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