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ABHAYANAKA
VISVANATHAN
10E |
| The
leaves, bright green, rustling over the brown bench,
the sky was navy blue, the sun gleamed golden, but
I was BLUE. It was one of those "days"
- I was depressed. Life was no more the same. I
had lost my interest in life. I wanted to DIE. |
| Lost
in my thoughts, my mind went back a few months.
How lovely it had been at that time - just me and
my son … … Life was bliss … |
| But
then, one fine day, he left me to explore the mysteries
of heaven … I could've gone with him …
but that wasn't what God had in store for me. After
that, it has just been "downhill" for
me. I guess this is how "Life" is …
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| Even
amidst the lively atmosphere in the park, I remained
a "grumpy old lady". I just didn't jell,
but I sat there anyway. I could see a few boys playing
football on one side, young ladies chatting way
on another. It was evident that everyone was enjoying
- everyone minus me. |
| Just
then, a boy, beginning his teens I guess, sat down
beside me. The last thing I needed at a time like
this was such sort of interference (Can't people
just leave me alone in my solitary life?). But then
again, I guess - This is "Life". |
As
if his presence weren't enough to irritate me, he
spoke.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he asked.
I said nothing.
"Isn't it?" he repeated.
I stared down at my knees, ignoring him.
"I know it is, definitely it is. Here, take
it."
Now this was all about I could take. He was driving
me up the wall. I mean, I WANTED TO BE ALONE!!!!!!!
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| I
decided to take whatever he had and shoo him away.
I jerked my head up and looked at him. There, in
his hand, was a wilting rose - ugly to its last
petal. |
| Typical,
isn't it? The last thing on earth I wanted to see
was a half dying flower. But there are things in
this world that just wont let you be. This is life,
I suppose. |
| Enough
was enough - I wanted this boy to leave immediately.
So, I held my hand out and said, "Here, let
me have it." |
| A
smile spread on his face, and instead of placing
it in my hands, he held it a few feet away from
me (Cheeky!!!). |
He
was testing my patience … and my patience had
reached its boiling point …
Enraged, I looked straight into his eyes. I was
just going to say, "Listen here, boy, you are
taking this too far." When it hit me - This
boy was blind. |
| My
lips quivered as beads of tears wetted my eyes.
Silently, I took the flower from him, He got up
and simply said, "It smells lovely" and
went off to play. |
| I
held the wilting flower to my nose. It had the sweetest
smell ever imaginable. The scent of spring had set
in it. I closed my eyes to enjoy its fragrance.
No wonder he had mistaken it for a beautiful rose. |
| Amazing,
how this half dying plant could cheer me rather
than the lively atmosphere in the park. I guess
this is what life is - Happiness can be found everywhere
- in sorrow too. Even one of nature's most beautiful
creations , the rose, is set only amongst thorny
bushes. This boy had taught me my lesson. |
| I
had made up my life. I was going to live life to
its fullest till life permits - I was going to turn
into a new leaf. |
| As
I got up to leave, I saw the boy - holding another
flower it its life's end. He was in front of a young
man sitting alone on a bench |
| I
smiled to myself, and thought "God bless this
man who is no going to understand something very
important" |
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Yes,
he was going to understand what "Life"
really is . . .
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