This is a cold winter day and while my fingers are busy in writing, my mind is strolling in that street.The cloudy sky of that evening is still fresh in my mind.
I and you, we were just two there. That was the last day of our university and while walking on that street, I had said that no matter what I would never get married and you in your calm voice had replied that sooner or later I would change my perception and here I confess that I was wrong.
I agree that marriage is the most beautiful relationship and never before I had imagined that life could be so full of colors.
Sharp and bright, soft and light this is now how I defines my life and when everyone complains that winter sun is getting lazy, I believe it’s still okay.
Happy wedding anniversary to my beautiful wife.
I originally wrote this for the challenge named it’sStillOkay, put forth by Prakash Hegade. This time on seeing the picture above, I found it beautiful and can’t resist re-posting the letter.
Thank you Louise from the storyteller’s Abode for the beautiful picture. Many thanks to PricelessJoy for hosting this event.
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.
My father wanted to see me strong but throughout my childhood I continued to remain a frightened boy.Today,I’m an altered person but that change in my personality is due to an accident.
It so happened that on one foggy day, I and my friend went for a morning walk when pack of wild dogs attacked us. The mere sight of furious dogs made me to shiver and I fell on the ground. The next moment, I saw my friend providing me a shield but the dogs confronted him. I remember them locking their jaws around his neck.
To this day, I’m ashamed of my decision. I ran for my life.
Sitting beside the window, I’m watching the melancholy shades of late afternoon sun.It’s been ten years now but the memories of that incident are still fresh.
I remember reading that only horse is known to weep for its dying master but today the master is crying for his faithful friend.