A Cold Fire

A story about past-present and hatred-love.

Nibha reached just on time to get on train. She has just a handbag with her. She boarded the train and suddenly felt nostalgic. The train was slowly taking pace and rushing out of the city. Her memories, her childhood, her friends, siblings, all she is leaving behind. 

Today she is going to start a new life. She want a new her to emerge from her, to forget the past. The betrayal, she only want to remember as an inspiration - Not to trust others, and not to fall in Love.

Only if she knew that fate does not follow anybody, we follow our fate.

When she reached, it was past evening the next day. She is new to this part of India. She has always been near sea, but this small city was surrounded by mountain. Although the appearance seem dry and lonely, still she felt a vibrant energy ran through her surroundings. She took a share cab and reached Mihinagudi. It is a small town, where she has planned to stay.

All was already planned. She took out the small yellow note, where she has written the address. She asked a elderly after getting down from the cab. He gave the exact direction, and she reached there in five minutes walk.

It was a small house with a beautiful garden with variety of unknown flowers. She opened the small gate walked passed the garden and slowly reached the Mahagony door. She searched for the calling bell, but could not find one. Hesitatingly, she banged the door. After some time a cleanly dressed lady opened the door. "I am Nibha..I was supposed to come today..", she said.

The lady, probably older than her by a decade, flashed a recognition and said, "Please come Madam, I have prepared everything for you. My name is Nirmala".