The Anonymous

The joy and pain of celebration.

  

The smell of rain was in the air, the clouds were about to burst and the mid day has suddenly turned into dusk. The grasses were mourning as the wind brush against them. I was on my way home without an umbrella, and I had to cross the woods, not a soul can be seen but the trees swaying and flocks of bird seeking shelter. Suddenly, I cannot help noticing but someone as I came closer surely there was a man in his early twenties. I asked him “Hi, are you alright?” but all I could hear was his silence and the wind howling.

As I went closer to him, he seems hollow. His face was stiff as a dead and emotionless. Now, it began to drizzle and I was feeling cold but the weather bothers him less. Chills ran through my spine. I cannot make whether he noticed my presence but all I can see was that he was in his deepest pain. His eyes seemed to have run out of tears and his mouth was out of words. Though he did not speak, I can somewhat feel his pain, it seems we were connected suddenly. It was his raw emotionless face that makes me feel his pain.

I hugged him, he lacked warmness but his heart was racing. It was raining heavily now; I ask him once again, “What distress you, young man?” but all I can hear was the rain and the wind howling. As the lightning flashes, I cannot help but notice his hollow white face which wants to express but lacked human emotion and how he struggles to utter a word but all I can hear is the roar of the thunder.

We were both soaked up; I decided to do something on my own as I was feeling very cold with the cold wind biting me. I took his hand and pulled him up, suddenly there was a sharp pain in my hand and another chill shivered through my spine. I asked him what was that, but only the nature answered which almost blinded me and deafen me for a split of second.

As I regained my sight, I was all alone in the storm in the mid of woods, I look for the young man but he was nowhere to be found. As I look for him among the trees, I recalled when the lightning stuck I saw that there was a “Rose” in his hand and he had hold the rose so hard that the thorns pricked and there was blood in his hand. I don’t know for how long was I in the storm but as I looked at my watch, it was twelve past thirty. I was shivering now and I was completely soaked up and there seems to be a mild fever. So I ran back home.

My wife was waiting for me at the door; she was very worried about me in the storm. As she saw me she heaved a sigh of relief, I kissed her and went inside to dry myself. After drying myself, I went to the dining room as I was hungry. There was a rose lying on the table. I asked her, “Honey, what is the rose for?” She replied, “Honey, Happy Rose day”.