A Confectionery

*Christmas is not really near, but i couldn't help writing this. :) * It was Christmas eve, and we'd just finished decorating the house. We? My sisters and me. Christmas was undoubtedly our favourite part of the year, and we'd outdone ourselves this time. Oh, the house looked like such a happy place. Christmas was always a pleasant occasion; good food, good weather, good times. "See you all in a bit", I said as I put on my favourite blue coat, and headed for the park. Dusk was setting in, and I could see the stars slowly coming to light. It was going to be a beautiful night, I could tell. It had become some sort of a ritual for me, to visit the park in solitude on Christmas eve every year. It brought me calm. No, I didn't go there because I was a troubled teen or because I had family issues or anything of that sort. I went there because I liked the sound of snow crunching under my feet, I liked the biting cold that made my nose freeze, I liked the chil...

The sun had just set, and beautiful hues of orange were spread across the sky. She looked at the sky admiringly, and waited for her beloved to return. Little did she know, that somewhere along, the sun had set in her life forever, taking away all the hues of her life.

My solitaire glimmers in the dark, as we sit silently by the lake. My lips curl into a thankful smile, as your fingers brush against mine. You pull me into an embrace, as peace ripples within. Engulfed in the warmth of your love, my languid soul, now complete. The moon casts dancing shadows on your face, as my eyes glisten with tears. Reality is painful, is this a dream? Untamed thoughts, yet timid talks. Of blissful rainbows, and clear skies. Not of storms or hurricanes, raging furiously within. Not of the end of the forked road, but of the journey ahead. Whom are we trying to deceive? Is this what we'd vouched for? You were the dream I always dreamt. You were the reality I fantasized to face. You were the rhythm my heart beat to. You were the fresh air I wanted to breathe. And here you are now, a broken mirror. Your presence shattered like broken shards, in my seemingly languid life.

The grass crushed softly beneath our feet, as we made our way to the lake. It was our last evening together, and after 5 years of togetherness, we had finally decided to part ways. “Shall we take the longer route today,” he asked. I nodded in agreement, and continued along the rocky path. We walked in silence, occasionally broken by the chirp of a bird, or the rustle of fallen leaves. The lake was as serene and calm as ever and as we settled ourselves beneath the tree nearest to the bank, he began to throw stones into the lucid lake- an old habit of his. The stone sank with a soft plunk, and sent ripples all around, disturbing the calm of the lake; perfectly mirroring my inner feelings- calm, yet disturbed. “I'm gonna miss you,” he said. “Me too.” Not another word was spoken. My mind was buzzing with thoughts, as though waiting to empty itself to him and even in the silence it felt as though hundreds of words had been exchanged. “It’s getting dark. I g...

Pain, cries, tears, and blood. For the first and last time, I cried, she smiled. And an unbreakable bond was made. --------------------------------------------- 'Mom', I muttered, my hand tightly wrapped around hers, and her pretty face reflecting in my eyes which glistened with tears. “I love you”, she said, as the light from her eyes slowly faded, and gave way to a chasm of nothingness. This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.