AN INCOMPLETE GOODBYE (Continuation – 2)

The front door was locked. Bella pressed the calling bell button.
“Welcome home, Bell.”-Jesicca opened the door with a cheer and hugged Bella.
“Thank you Jes.”-Bella vaguely remembered seeing Jesicca while she was at the hospital in half consciousness.
Bella noticed Tom arranging the fruit basket with some fruits. He was trying to put on a happy face.
“Hey, welcome Bell. It’s good to see you.”- his voice shaked.
“Thank you Tom. It’s good to see you too.”- Bella tried to keep up the act.

Bella looked around as if she was seeing the place for the first time. She walked into her room. Everything was well arranged and her room seemed perfect.
“Everything okay?”- Jesicca entered into the room.
“Perfect, if you were asking about the room”- Bella smiled.
“Well…How about a tea?”-Jesicca carefully tried to pick up a conversation.
“Jes, It’s okay. You don’t have to act like nothing has happened. And even if you try to continue this act, I don’t feel like pretending.”-Bella sighed.
“A tea would be perfect.”- Jesicca walked out of the room in a rush ,without waiting for an answer.
Bella sighed.

Bella laid down and softly moved her fingers over the bed. And she suddenly noticed the two happy faces in the frame near her bed. She remembered how happy she was when she was with Sam.

“A sweet tea for a perfect welcome party.”- Jesicca joined her after a few minutes.
“Jes, I’m sorry about earlier. I should’nt have overreacted.”- Bella took one of the cups from Jesicca.
“You don’t have to apologize Bell. I get it.”- Jesicca sat near Bella.
“Can I come in? “-Tom knocked on the door.
“Yeah, of course.”- Bella smiled.
“How are you feeling Bell?”- asked Tom.
“I’m fine Tom. Are you guys free tomorrow?”- Bella took a sip of tea.
“Yeah, Any plans?”- Tom was curious.
“To visit Sam. I don’t even know the place where he sleeps. Will you guys be able to take me there tomorrow?”- Bella smiled in pain.
Everyone became silent for a moment.
“Yeah. Sure.”- Tom was trying hard to answer her. Without looking anyone, he walked out of the room.
“I’ll leave you alone for a moment.”- Jesicca raised from the bed.
“No, no. I’m fine Jes. It’s really good to have you both here.”- Bella stopped her.

An year ago. Bella’s 23rd birthday.
“Happy birthday Bella!”-Sam kissed on her forehead.
“Thank you love.”- Bella hugged him.
“Close your eyes.”
“What? Why? “-Bella giggled.
“Come on Bella.”-Sam insisted.
Bella closed her eyes and waited eagerly. Bella felt like someone was holding her both hands. She suddenly opened her eyes.
“Happy birthday Bella!” -Jesicca and Tom was holding each one of her hands.
Bella was surprised to see two new faces.
“Thank you guys.”- Bella tried to act normal.
“Jesicca and Tom. They are more than friends to me. These two guys are your birthday gifts.”-Sam laughed.
Bella stood in amusement.

“See you tomorrow “- Jesicca and Tom waved back.
‘Now I know Sam. I know why you gifted me Jes and Tom. Cuz you always knew that I would need them in my life, in your absence.’-Bella whispered to herself while watching Jesicca and Tom leaving her home.

( To be continued )

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THE VOICE OF IMAGINATION

It’s been a few hours. But still ,nothing hitting my imagination. Palettes and brushes are still waiting for me to blend them in colorful strokes and patterns.
I moved towards the window and took a sight of the cold mist. I decided to go out for a walk.
I started walking towards the north, where I found less folks and no hubbubs.
Frozen flowers , falling leaves, ‘ready to bloom’ buds, cool wind , crooning beats of birds ,everything started to fill my empty heart, even though they are my usual vistas. But still no voice of imagination to wake me up.
When I reached near a silent bridge, I decided to rest for a while. I looked around and I saw a gal on the other corner, waiting for someone. She looked like a 22 year old gal. She was nervous. She was holding a posy of white roses. “A bouquet of fresh, white roses is the ideal gift for a blooming romance.” I remembered the words of ‘Palomares’. So I guessed that she would be waiting for someone really special.
Seconds, minutes and finally hours have passed. Nervousness on her face turned into disappointment . She dropped the white roses there and walked away slowly. I can listen her heart weeping, even though she is a bit away from me.
After she disappeared, I went near her seat and noticed the tears on the rose petals. Those fresh flowers seemed really dull. I picked them up and walked towards my house.
I brewed a cup of coffee and went into my room. White canvas looked at me in hope. I placed the roses on the table near my palettes and brushes. I grabed the chair and seated in it and gazed at the canvas.
“I can see those hands of the girl, one holding the posy of white roses and the other stretching the hand towards someone in hope. Even though you witnessed a falling romance, you can turn it into a blooming romance, and it’s the magic, only an artist can perform.” – I took the brushes and followed my inner voice of imagination.

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Written in response to #WDYS hosted by Sadje.

AN INCOMPLETE GOODBYE (Continuation-1)

“Bella, why don’t you get some more sleep,dear?” -asked aunt Ann.
“But the golden door? ” -Bella sighed.
“Bella, you doesn’t look good. you should rest more. Everything will be alright once you wake up. “
“Yeah, I will. But right now, I need an answer. Where’s that door, the… ‘the golden door’?”
“Bella, there isn’t any golden door here. It’s just, your mind is a little messy right now.”
“Can you ask around ? Maybe somebody could help. I was pushed out and… and I couldn’t say goodbye. Oh my god..I.. “- Bella’s eyes clouded with tears and her voice began to break and shake.
“Sh.. Sh.. It’s okay Bella. I’ll help you dear. But right now you need to catch some sleep.”-Ann kissed on her forehead which reminded Bella of Sam’s goodbye kiss.

Bella’s mind clouded with thoughts. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep. Ann noticed the tears rolling down her cheeks. Bella tried to stay calm.
After a few minutes of hardwork, Bella surrendered to a deep sleep.

Aunt Ann was Bella’s only relative. Bella moved to Ann’s house when she was 10, just after she lost her parents. It took 2, 3 years for Bella to return to her normal life after her parent’s death.

Bella wasn’t a people person. She doesn’t welcomes everyone to her space. But of course, Aunt Ann, Sam and Jesicca and Tom was an exception. Afterall Sam brought Jes (Jesicca) and Tom into her life.

“Goodbye Bella…. “-Sam’s voice banged in Bella’s ears. She jumped from her sleep.
Bella looked around . Ann was packing everything up.
“Same dream dear?” -Ann asked.
“Yeah… Nothing more …nothing less “-Bella sighed.
“It’s okay. It’s just you need more time.”
“What? You think one and half month in this hospital bed, doing nothing, just dreaming the same dream everyday isn’t a time ?”- Bella reacted.
“Oh.. Calm down dear. It’s just…”-Ann tried hard to find more words.
“Enough aunt. It’s about me and Sam. I know there isn’t literally any golden door out there. But I wish I could find one. I really need to deliver my goodbye to Sam. “- Bella interrupted Ann.
“Bella…I’m sorry.. But Sam is gone.”- Ann tried to inject her with the reality.
“I know… It’s just…. Okay.. Fine. You won’t get it. I don’t wanna bring it up anymore.” – Bella turned her face towards the window.
“Okay..I’m gonna settle the bills, be right back .”-Ann walked out of the room.
” I miss you, Sam. I know you doesn’t wanna see me sitting in some corner of a dark room crying all day and night, heartbroken. I get it. It’s just, I am not ready to move on. But surely I will. The day I believe you received my goodbye…I’ll definitely move on just like you wished. I promise.”- Bella whispered to herself.

( To be continued )

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NB: I started this story as part of a prompt hosted by Sadje . A special thanks to Sadje and others for your unconditional support and love . Your interest in reading more about the story encouraged me to continue the rest of the same. Thank you everyone.

AN INCOMPLETE GOODBYE

“I love you”-he keep on whispering in her ears. Bella pretended like she was resting peacefully on his lap. But she failed to hide the coyness on her face.
Bella raised herselves from his lap and touched their shadow in the river and created little ripples. They watched the shadow of nature breaking into puzzles.
“It’s getting dark.”- Sam took her hand and winked at her. Winking was always his ‘time to go back’ indicator.
They walked through the small path ,sticking to the shadows of the tall tress on the either sides. Bella, after each steps, felt a little cold in her palm. ‘Why is his fingers are so cold?’ She looked back. It’s getting darker and darker . And the trees are aging faster. Bella looked at Sam. He was talking about something.
Sam suddenly paused his actions when they reached near a mystical golden door.
“Bella you ready?” Sam asked.
She stared at him.
“Goodbye Bella.” Sam kissed on her forehead. “Goodbye?”he pushed Bella out through the mysterious door before she completed her words.
Bella startled and opened her eyes. Her tears made her visions blurry. Her body felt extreme pain. It was hard for her to breathe. She could feel the wounds and stitches in her body. All she could listen was some beeping sound, emergency alarms and weeping and someone crying and murmuring of people.
“Sam?” Her sound become thinner and weaker. No one uttered a single word. But Bella was able to read their eyes.
“I just want to see him once… Again Where’s that golden door?”Bella waited impatiently for an answer while every eyes began to stare at her.

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Written in response to #WDYS hosted by Sadje.

WHO ARE YOU ?

Life is an enigmatic insoluble puzzle. We are living each moment thinking of how to solve it. Each time, we try hard, we ends up in finding the missing tabs and blanks.

Then, what’s next? Obviously, giving a try in finding the missing piece.

In between the search, we may find a lot of scraps, and if we are lucky, we may able to find some pearls and gems. But don’t think that they are constant. Cuz , sometimes we may lose all the precious things we ever had. And sometimes we may even lose the scraps too.

After climbing, falling and searching each nook and cranny, we may realize that ‘may be we could replace it with a better one, or we could just avoid it and fix it with something else’.

Here we go again…. Trying to start all over again, just like a fresh start, with a bunch of new hopes. But in moving forward, sometimes, we may realize how important that missing piece was, and how stupid it was to think of a replacement.

Sometimes we may think of going back albeit we can’t predict how the outcome would be. Sometimes, we may get everything back which would be so nice ,or otherwise, we may stuck there forever; confused, broken,trying really hard to stand again, just like a flower bud; if something happens, it may rot and fall and if nothing happens, it may bloom and shine.

But sometimes we may move forward;pretending nothing happened, acting like we are strong, putting up a smile forever and completely leaving the missing piece behind, just like a clown ; hiding all the emotions and wearing a constant smile.

And sometimes, we may fall doing nothing; neither moving forward nor traveling back. We may wait like a lost kid, for someone to pick up us or to hold and to guide us.

But there are still some other folks among us, who learned to leave the missing tabs and blanks behind, and knows to move forward albeit the puzzle is incomplete. They would always keep the hope in their heart. And will always try… But not let the past to ruin their present and future. They always knew how to float along with the streams of life. And they are the Phoenix of tomorrow.

So the puzzle should be solved wisely. Or I must say ‘we must keep playing wisely albeit we lost some parts in between’. The decisions or the rules that we make are the keys which differentiates each of us from others… That’s the part which makes us an individual.

So… ‘Who are you ? A flower bud, a clown , a lost kid or a Phoenix ?’

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SONGS OF HER SOUL…..

They were a group of people, a small crowd. Each and everyone had their own roles. Everyone was busy , except her. They were planning on how her life should be.

One day in a sudden moment, she tried to raise her voice. But it was difficult for her to move her motionless tongue .

Words were hiding in some corner of her tenebrous heart, unwilling to show up. She felt alone albeit she was in the middle of a crowd. Her eyes couldn’t find anyone. Her ears couldn’t capture any sounds. Her lips were cealed ,so that no words could meet the world.

She believed that her voice couldn’t reach anyone crossing those hubbubs. She also believed that her words are powerless until one day she gave life to one of her caged songs. 

They left me in the middle of a sea, 
Where no waves could hear me, 
Where no lights could hit me, 
Where no canoes could reach me. 

They stole everything from me,
The dreams, which was my only-
Light in the tenebrous night. 
The beats,which was the only- 
Rhythm of my soul. 
The hopes, which was my only-
Friend to trust upon.

I tried to burn, 
I tried to shine,
I tried to fight, 
But I failed to rise. 

May be they could bury me alive, 
But not the songs of my soul.

It was the time that she laughed like a mad woman. It was the time that the world listened to her sounds of emotions. It was the moment that she realized the sweetness of life albeit everything around her was bitter.

She started writing without limits. She broken the locks of her own prison. She left the traces of her existence in her every piece of works. She covered and filled millions and millions of books with her feelings and emotions. Her songs touched many hearts while she pretended to be mute. It was the best moment of her lifetime where she realized the powers of her inner songs more than her lifeless voice . 

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ME BEFORE MY JOURNEY TO THE GRAVEYARD……

After the long journey, 
I gazed at the 'mirror'of heaven-
Where I saw a blurry image of a lusty gal-
With the bearing like a queen,
Ruling her dreams and hopes sans fear,
Spending the day lights and-
Moon nights with a verve and bonhomie.
She was akin to a fairy,
Blessed with the wings of time,
Always plunging through-
The festal days of her lifetime.
Time that passed like a meteor shower-
Altered her into many roles with different outfits. 
At first she was a baby, then turned into a lady, 
Then into a women and now into a granny.
Exactly like me, she is now in her last outfit,
Standing in a hope of leaving her soul in the- 
Divine serenity. Who are you? I asked. 
But the question just bounced back like an echo. 
Contemplating for a li'l bit,
Just like awakening from a dream,
I shouted with ecstasy,'It was me, 
"Me before my journey to the graveyard "'.

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IT’S REALLY COMING DOWN ⛈️….

Rolled in a blanket at night…. Reluctantly opened my eyes in the morning…. I Moved towards the window and took a sight of the bluish black sky….Yes… Same as yesterday…. Nothing more, nothing less… Slight thunder, blurry flash and yes…’It’s really coming down.’ 

You seemed like a frozen corpse, 
Who lost all the mortal beauty,
Crying all day long, cursing the land, 
Trying to make a catastrophe.
Your tears are cold, 
Your words are like swords, 
Your rythm is like a sweet song of revenge;
Sometimes soothes the silent minds,
Sometimes hurts the innocent souls.
Even after your departure, 
The land is still wet, 
The sand is still damp, 
The wind is still cold ,
Just like the earth leaving -
The traces of your wandering soul. 

Deepika Radhakrishnan

How could someone miss the chance to jot down something in the middle of a cold damp day….?

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