Amy saw herself falling through a dark, never-ending abyss. She cried and shouted. But there was nobody to catch her. Nobody to stop her from falling. As if the world around her had suddenly evaporated.
She woke up with a start. Her heart was still pounding from the shock of the fall. Slowly the senses started coming back to her. She was still in bed. The cold sweat on her forehead and neck had soaked in through the pillow.
Slowly, Amy got out of the bed and tiptoed to the window. Not that there was anybody in the room who would be disturbed. But a dark room always gave her the feeling that it should be tiptoed across.
She drew the curtains aside and threw open the window. The cold night hit her on her face. It was still dark, but the darkness was fainter. Amy knew in an instant that it would be dawn soon. She went to the toilet, washed her faced, came back to the window and sat in a chair, waiting for the dawn.
Technically, it was already the next day, although the sun hadn't arrived till then. It was Amy's birthday.
And there she was, all alone in a foreign land, miles away from her friends and family. In a different time-zone altogether.
She felt depressed and lonely. She thought of calling her home. Then rejected the idea. They would be worried at this untimely call. She knew her loneliness would travel across the distance and her family would be sad for her. She didn't want to be an inconvenience. All she wanted them was to be happy.
Her mind drifted to the happy times she had spent with her parents and siblings, to the beautiful terrace garden at her home, which she had nurtured with her own hands, to the crazy shopping sprees with her friends at her workplace, to the numerous home parties they had thrown at each others' places. She sat smiling to herself, her longing heart growing more restless.
As she sat looking out of the window, a faint orange streak appeared on the near horizon. Slowly the orange melted into a soft golden yellow, which in turn melted into a softer blue. The lush green carpets in front of her window glowed in that tender morning light. The green of the grass glistened with morning dew like new. The feminine blue of the Hydrangea posed with the naughty purple of the Iris for a perfect picture. The Carnations flaunted their red boldly. The Gladioli were a happy riot of red, yellow, orange and white.
Amy could hear the world waking up from its deep slumber.
The cold night air which had now turned into a cool morning breeze caressed her face. She felt as if the whole world had gathered in front of the window sill to wish her on her birthday. The early birds chirping in the not-so-far-away trees, the bright colours and the wonderful aroma of the flowers scattered all over her garden, the comforting caress of the wind, the soft morning light slowly entering her room, touching her, embracing her, awakening her every sense - they all seemed to bring with them loving messages from across the world, the blessings of many caring hands, the best wishes of many loving hearts - all remembering and missing her just the same.
Amy felt at peace. She felt only love within her.
It was a lovely start to a brand new day that lay ahead with many surprises and great hope.
She woke up with a start. Her heart was still pounding from the shock of the fall. Slowly the senses started coming back to her. She was still in bed. The cold sweat on her forehead and neck had soaked in through the pillow.
Slowly, Amy got out of the bed and tiptoed to the window. Not that there was anybody in the room who would be disturbed. But a dark room always gave her the feeling that it should be tiptoed across.
She drew the curtains aside and threw open the window. The cold night hit her on her face. It was still dark, but the darkness was fainter. Amy knew in an instant that it would be dawn soon. She went to the toilet, washed her faced, came back to the window and sat in a chair, waiting for the dawn.
Technically, it was already the next day, although the sun hadn't arrived till then. It was Amy's birthday.
And there she was, all alone in a foreign land, miles away from her friends and family. In a different time-zone altogether.
She felt depressed and lonely. She thought of calling her home. Then rejected the idea. They would be worried at this untimely call. She knew her loneliness would travel across the distance and her family would be sad for her. She didn't want to be an inconvenience. All she wanted them was to be happy.
Her mind drifted to the happy times she had spent with her parents and siblings, to the beautiful terrace garden at her home, which she had nurtured with her own hands, to the crazy shopping sprees with her friends at her workplace, to the numerous home parties they had thrown at each others' places. She sat smiling to herself, her longing heart growing more restless.
As she sat looking out of the window, a faint orange streak appeared on the near horizon. Slowly the orange melted into a soft golden yellow, which in turn melted into a softer blue. The lush green carpets in front of her window glowed in that tender morning light. The green of the grass glistened with morning dew like new. The feminine blue of the Hydrangea posed with the naughty purple of the Iris for a perfect picture. The Carnations flaunted their red boldly. The Gladioli were a happy riot of red, yellow, orange and white.
Amy could hear the world waking up from its deep slumber.
The cold night air which had now turned into a cool morning breeze caressed her face. She felt as if the whole world had gathered in front of the window sill to wish her on her birthday. The early birds chirping in the not-so-far-away trees, the bright colours and the wonderful aroma of the flowers scattered all over her garden, the comforting caress of the wind, the soft morning light slowly entering her room, touching her, embracing her, awakening her every sense - they all seemed to bring with them loving messages from across the world, the blessings of many caring hands, the best wishes of many loving hearts - all remembering and missing her just the same.
Amy felt at peace. She felt only love within her.
It was a lovely start to a brand new day that lay ahead with many surprises and great hope.
6 comments:
nice...liked it....
thankyou! :)
well written...super like !
banglay bolte gele...."sesh hoiyao hoilo na sesh"...
sesh to hoy nai Bondhu! ei to shuru! :)
a very fresh and succinct piece !!!
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