A Little Walk

3 lives, 3 perspectives and one end love...

A LITTLE WALK

A nebulous one, the road, the greenery and the lives also! Life seemed to be in a frost, not clear, but one could feel it as awesome and exciting as in a fairy world. Only if you seems to enjoy every bit of it...its joys, sorrows and the unspeakable. No wonder man loves the hooded things, to unhook and see what is inside...what is next! May be it is the most wonderful place in the world, Maula, almighty! The clouded earth; a special sight in the valley. Nothing can be clearly seen except the milky waves of the mist. Whiteness spreading the greenness of the valley was a sight of heaven for me...or is it just me? Anyone could fall in love with the place and will never return.
I was only five when I first visited the place, with my loving parents, during December, the blissful phase of the place. The trees, angels who shook their body in sync to the rhythm of the gentle breeze, in the ocean of mist. One will die there but never realise that he is no more! The fragrance of the breeze touched my skin, a resurrecting presence invisible. I felt like I belonged there. I could not think of leaving the heaven that I beheld. But I was too young to decide on my own. I wanted to run along the wood and enjoy everything that I smelt, I touched and I saw, to cherish it for the rest of my life.
Fate! It is a blurred vision. One cannot exactly say what will happen next. But we humans can assume anything...so did I, that, someday...I will be back, to melt my body with my soul that I left there, a hope that I will get united with the Valley...my Soul. The attachment and love I felt was meta-physique. True to the truth that truth is true and impossible to a rationale.
A woman was taken to the hospital. Everyone accompanied her were worried over her health. Her parents’ contour seemed to be guilt ridden. May be it is because of them that she is being hospitalised. And the man who was with the old duo was a handsome gentleman who seemed more scared and tensed. The old duo was not even trying to meet his eyes. Don’t know why! The red and swollen eyes of the man reasoned that the woman belonged to him. She was his. His demeanour showed how much pain he is feeling for his beloved one. But the old duo is finding solace in each other’s arms...crying their heart out.
The old lady approached the young man, but to her surprise he shouted on top of his voice to stay away from him and his life. His voice resonated his wrath where as his countenance reflected how defeated he was. He did not ask them to leave the place but just asked them not to bother him for anything. For a long time there was utter silence. The sobbing of the trio was silent and the world around them was nonchalant. They were awaiting a Fate, assumption of which will burn their heart, no doubt.
A girl of around eighteen, on her bed, reading a novel by her favourite writer, Sathaynarayan, whom the world knows nothing but the pseudonym. A neo-romantic writer who captured the hearts of the youngsters from the very first short story that he wrote; A Little Walk. The story of a young girl whose perceptions regarding the world and Nature which is out of the world and thoughtful. One could drown in the world of letters created by him and forget to realise it was a myth. The little girl, unnamed, unknown, “flowing with nature, melting with its soul, but forced to come out of her dream land”, became a child prodigy created by the genius in Sathaynarayan.
She has a collection of all the works by him. She never failed to buy his books or Google him even after being so busy with her studies. She was a damsel who believed in fairytales and the possibility of a surprising entry of a Prince Charming. But the prince charming whom she dreamt and craved for was Sathaynarayan whom all the young ladies secretly loved and failed to accept the fact that, maybe he is old or maybe he is married. And the sound reality is imagination and artistic talent is not subject to decay.

Author's Note

It's my first piece of work that I 'typed' so that I can paste it here. No offends and plagiarism cause I'm so weak a reader and copying is not my cup of..you know. You may think it's stupid and unworthy of reading. But I can't help writing either. The prologue is on and I'll post the rest of it 'cause I'm typing in my mob. You know it's so difficult. Please share your views and try not to bash at me

Reviews

[FateDictates]

ok we're gonna have to do something about that confidence and pre apologies you make.. Write because words work with you and because you know how to tell a story. You have that effortless true "story telling" talent that will have none of me.. That's how you make it seem, easy and I am envious of that skill! My only honest crit is that the first 2 works I read this evening have just left me wanting more and that's not a bad thing..write more, curtsy bow..well done..

[bhavaniVdev]

Thank you so much

[Kousika]

Keep going dear...

[bhavaniVdev]

Yeah...sure...

[Kousika]

great work dear.. Never think you are weak in something.. Swim against it and wave your hands in success..
waiting to see more from my cute writer..:)))

[bhavaniVdev]

Thank you dear

[bhavaniVdev]

I'll be posting the remaining parts as soon as possible. And yes, it's not a 'short' story but a 'long' one. So I've divided it into several parts. Thanks my awesome readers.

[bhavaniVdev]

I'm so happy that you took time to review my story and of course thank you for your encouragement@fatedictates