My dreams of getting married to a prince charming got shattered the day when my quiet nature husband entered in my life. I was young and in those early days of my marriage being lively, I was expecting him to show same kind of emotions but when he didn’t speak much, it made me angry. In those moments of my severe anger, he would simply smile and preferred to read books in his library.
With the passage of time; I started developing feelings of hatred for his books. To this day, I can’t believe how could I thought in that way but on that morning when I entered in library with the aim to hide his books, I saw his diary was placed on desk. I knew it was wrong but curiosity engulfed my mind and with the strange feelings of discovering an unknown land, I started reading his diary.
Previous night, he was writing
“Anna, my love of life is young and naïve. I don’t know what sort of love is this but I like her more when she fights with me. I don’t know how to express but I love her a lot…”
As my lips curled in a smile, a tear fell from my eye.
It’s been a while and today I know life is not a fairy-tale. Brian is still a man of quite nature but I don’t complain much for I know if he cares about me then he sure loves me.
I admit I was elder but it was you who always acted like a responsible child. I was nervous; you were confident, I was reserved; you were frank and despite the age difference of five years you were my best friend.
I had complete trust in you. Once, getting furious, I was on the brink of losing my control when you came to rescue me. Holding my hand you took me into a garden. There we both planted flowers and you asked me to water them daily. I took great care of them and on that calm morning after taking their picture you never forget to remind me the importance of spreading love in life.
On that day, standing beside you, I promised that I would never lose control of myself again.
It’s been a long time and I’m still keeping my promise. I’ve selected my dress and soon I’m going to start my new life. I very much like you to be here with me but I’m not going to lose my temper. For, I’m aware that where ever I’ll go your support would always be with me.
The continuous search left him tired. He was looking for some green spot but everything seemed to be hidden behind the misty cloak.
The smog covered the road and in such helpless condition; a silent prayer emerged from his doleful heart and next moment his thirsty eyes found that spot.
Kneeling on ground, child was busy in digging a plant when he felt something fell on ground.
It was a bird.
He took the bird in his hands and tried to feel the presence of life but bird didn’t move.
Then, softly and gently, he placed it on the ground where little leaves of freshly planted tree silently cried for that deceased bird and moment the yellow sunshine fell on ground, boy saw an unusual scene.
Later, no one believed but the boy was sure that lying under the shade of green leaves, the bird smiled for a last time.
I didn’t cry when people expected me to do so, I didn’t moan when everyone was anxious to hear me complaining.
This is the story of my life and I’m eager to share it with you.
I’ve observed people sighing for a shedding tree, I’ve noticed the gloominess of mood in the autumn season and I’m aware that the decaying yellow leaves are meant to be a symbol of despair. But, my perception of life is different.
For me, the fall of an autumn season is a call of life. I know it seems weird but this is what I’ve learned from my experience of car accident.
From this day before, I haven’t heard about the term “paraplegic”. And, today while painting this picture, I’m glad that my hands and brain are still working.
I’m thankful to this fall in life because after every fall there is a rise, I’m happy that I’m painting and adding colors to this life.
Inspired by a real life story.
This story is my submission to Sunday Photo Fiction. Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words.
Young and naive Maria never realized that she was getting abused.
Once, she was badly beaten, on that evening she gave birth to her daughter. I was there at a hospital and on seeing her red rimmed eyes and swollen face, I couldn’t control my tears.
On that night, sitting beside her bed, I tried to make her realize that she had to take a decision. Maria remained hopeful and coming days proved that my fears were right.
Her husband never appeared.
Turning a new page in her life, Maria started to go back to her college and after that she never looked back.
It’s been more than twelve years and today I met a different person. The famous lawyer of a country welcomed me. I met her beautiful daughter and remained there for some time.
I was about to leave when she embraced me and said, “I’ll always remain thankful to you”.
While, I gently took her hands and replied , “No, Maria it was you who took that decision. The mountain of success is difficult to climb and you made it to the peak. You are brave and I’m proud of you.”