It was a pleasant Sunday morning. The sun was just peeking from the horizon to take its first glimpse of the city it was going to awaken soon. The only thing that disturbed the serenity of the surroundings was the sound of footsteps. Susan's footsteps. She marched on in the narrow lane till she reached her destination.
She sat there and read,
"Here i lay dead, an example of how not to live."
She had herself engraved this line on the epitaph of Tom's tomb. When she read this today, for probably the hundreth time, memories came flooding back through the labyrinth of thoughts in her mind.
Tom had meant everything to her. He had been her world. The world beyond Tom had seemed non-existent. All till Tom had betrayed her, broken her trust, and died in the attempt. May be it was God's way of punishing him. She didn't know. But still her love for Tom had not reduced. She felt the pangs of pain of separation of someone so near and dear. She felt as if the sky had fallen in on her and everything had come to a standstill. She could not even cry. She could not think of a step forward, but she still wanted to live, and life had dragged on meaninglessly till date. And today, as she sat on his tomb like every other Sunday, half dead, staring into nothingness, the new morning dawned upon her.
Her ears opened wide to the cacaphony of the birds. Her eyes noticed the blooming of colourful flowers all around and the bees buzzing above them. The leaves of the trees rustled in the mild wind to give her the essence of an early morning exchange of good morning wishes. For the first time since Tom's death, she opened out to the life around her. The blithe surroundings fascinated her. She was amazed by the glee that was sandwiched between the dead. She gauged the amount of happiness she had missed out on because of one event that had happened to the contrary.
She got up, completely metamorphosed, a new Susan now. The place of the dead, the graveyard, had taught her about life, it had taught her how to live, given her hope. The graveyard was no more a place for the dead. It was the place where life continues even after death. She walked out into a new world, with the hopes and ambitions of a new life ahead, the life that had been awaiting her for so long. She broke open her nut shell. Now the world was hers and hers alone.
As she walked, she realised she was crying. But the tears coming out of her eyes now were no more a reflection of the past, it was there to help her see the rainblow that lay ahead.......................
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November 12, 2008 at 7:29 PM
Nice =)
November 12, 2008 at 7:30 PM
good.. liked it :-)
November 12, 2008 at 10:09 PM
hey.. i've got to tell you one thing.. i love your style of english.. the only others that i like as much are my mum's and J.K. Rowling's.
December 5, 2008 at 3:11 PM
oh my God!.....it touched me.....its like a tonic!...exactly need in my time of distress!....a wonderful touch of pain with a flourishing english!....it did make me cry.....it did help me....thanks
kaujik
January 6, 2009 at 4:04 PM
hmm life teaches us many lessons indeed, a very well written article on how one can derive happiness from the simple marvels of nature and how important it is for one to forget the sad memories of the past and to live for the present...:)
August 23, 2009 at 12:20 AM