I couldn’t see everything. Heavy raindrops refracted the
light rays away, which brought a cloudy mask over my vision. Blond streams of light from a near aside street
lamp made the droplets golden. Though there is rain, i felt a sense of silence
and realized that silence is a highly
subjective phenomenon.
Decades seemed flashes on my mind as it can transcend
through time more easily. The journey of my mind gets adapted to the chills on
my nerves induced by the cool breeze. I don’t know how far i stood there, but i
gradually came to reality when the clouds were all squeezed away.
Am i happy or sad??? What matters is what we believe. So I preferred to believe that I am simply
emotionless. I wish to have the presence of my wife beside me. For all these days,
I never missed her much because she gave all her soul to her daughter before
she left me. I was leaving through her words with our beautiful daughter..
My wife always used to tell me “life is too short...” I couldn’t
realize her completely on that. But she proved her statement when she has gone
out of this world very early. I still remember when we decided to leave our
life together. I still remember the days when I stopped calling myself an
orphan. I can’t forget the day she gave me a girl child just before she closed
her eyes forever.
Now, when the decades roll down, I found my wife through our
daughter. She keeps saying the same words that she is mature enough and no more
a child. That’s a strange sentence and a difficult fact for a father to hear
and believe. She too proved that she is rightfully mature, may be that the same
reason I could see her more colourfully... but she too left me so
unceremoniously.
I don’t know whether I am running out from her or not. But I
chose to believe that she was running away from me.
Deep inside a bunch of shrubs, I hide myself as an ambulance
carrying my daughter’s lifeless body passed aside me .And without crossing my
fingers, I prayed for not getting any evidences of me on the dark shades of challenges
against her virginity..
