Valentine’s Day

Evanescence

The naughty little cloud played with the rain drops and managed to tickle some showers out of the sky. It was a beautiful morning. The clouds all smiling while the sun hiding, grumpy and dead. The trees were in love with the rain drops as they kissed them incessantly.

The sheeshum trees were swaying in the cold breeze and the little red flowers waiting to be shed. They were dying to meet the sand and wrap themselves behind the earthen veil. The dog wanted to taste the air and could not get enough of it. He sneezed and shivered but, just to feel a few more rain drops on his tongue.

The old man with his chattering teeth made a face similar to that of a ruminating cow. The cat was too lazy to react. While, the little boy curiously crawled to see why everything smelt like hot chocolate. The adolescent, down the street, was all set to join her giggling gang on the terrace.

A 40 something woman craved for an extra pair of hands that will make her a cup of tea. She could enjoy it outside in the balcony. The 40 something man was waiting for the morning cup of tea and wishing too badly for it to be steaming hot today.

The lover boy rushed to the nearby flower shop and bought the best of the red roses. Anxious hands stretch outside the bus window to feel the satin touch of his hands over hers. As, the two hands meet the rain drops cascading love all around.

And then, the deafening loud thud. Was it the thunder? Or did the clouds growl? Cries. Screams. Confusion. Chaos.

The clouds glum. The flowers never wished to meet the earth in this manner as the tree lay lifeless on the ground. The little one curled up in a corner. The world fell apart for the teen as the giggles echoed on the fallen roof.

The broken cycle, red roses and the pool of blood. Her lovely green eyes now content as their hands lay hand in hand. The tea was steaming hot. But nobody was there to drink it.

The bone china mug crashed and broke into pieces, she once again wished for an extra pair of hands.


My heartiest condolences to people who died in the Pune blasts. And to all those who are no longer with us because of terrorism.
R.I.P.

15 Comments

  1. Very well-written! And, I sympathise with the ones who lost their loved ones in the blast as well.

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  2. Wow Riddhi…
    Another V day post I thought when I started reading. Then I saw that you had captured a place, at a certain time, so well. I could picture nature as it was there, the people….So did not see the end coming.
    Kudos; both for the well written post and the thought behind it.

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  3. Very well written. Didnt expct sumthin like this from you. Loved it 🙂

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  4. amazing post rids. loved the way u wrote the disturbance of innocent lives.

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  5. writing is as superb as it always was riddhi… its writers like you who show what pain is all about… to hell with the terrorists…god will never ever forgive them….

    may they all rest in peace… amazing piece yet again…. 🙂

    take care and keep writing………….

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  6. @Brose- Thank you. Yep that is the entire issue all we can do is sympathise. and all what we do is sympathise…

    Ashley- thanks a tonne. Coming from a writer like u. It means a lot to get your appreciation and encouragement..

    @shanu- thanks.. and as far is riddhi is concerned the 'unexpected' always happens… 😛

    @Nim- thank you.. I am just trying..

    @Chocolate lover- thanks chocs… hope school is all well.. like the recent post.. 🙂

    @Thousif- Thank you so very much. Your words are really encouraging. And those terrorists.. god knows.

    What worries me the most is that we have so gotten used to all this.. We have blasts at such regular intervals that these days they dont even scare
    It is like some thing that is bound to happen and we accept it as an act of god or something. it was meant to be.. we enquire about the handful of people we know and then life woes ahead from the next day.

    ANd the news flash says 'spirit' of the city has not been affected… My foot. do we have an option…?
    how long can we sit back and cry over dead bodies.. to survive we have to continue.

    and I at times get fed up of just continuing. and all i can do is write.. damn why m i getting so hyper it is just a comment..

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  7. You have said abosulutely rgt… you know i dint even knew abt it till i read in your blog… no riddhi you are rgt when you say, we cant sit and cry, but you writing has helped ya….. it really shows how one feels, and also tells how everyone must feel, even for a stranger… when that feeling comes… there will be less of these attacks…. 🙂

    take care and keep writing………..

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  8. I read a few lines, and it was clear what you were talking about…very well written…and quite thoughtful indeed.
    may they all rest in peace…

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  9. whoaaaaa…exceptional post riddhi!

    never guessed it was gonna end up like that! makes me wonder if terrorism has become a part of our daily life!

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  10. @diwakar- Thank you

    @bluntu- Right.. so true it has become part of our daily lives…

    word verification- 'tetho' ?? jaane kya…

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  11. F*** ( read damn! 🙂 ) Riddhi. THis is brilliant.

    I know your dislike for words like these, but you know this what i come down to when explaining how much I like something is hard. its like you caught amoomet and painted it here, before and after.
    Im so proud of you.

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  12. First time here..
    wonderful post.

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