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Macabre

A spur of moment and the radiance on her face was washed off by the drops from paradise. She heard the rumbling of violent storms, but failed to recognize the source- whether it was her feeble heart that roared or the nature that thundered. The ambience of merriness around turned into howling screams that couldn’t be tolerated. Nature was in her full spring; bright, pleasant encounters everywhere but the rains made her sink deep down a dreary, dismal abyss. The void space embraced her with a gruesome alienation. Terrified, she looked up to the heaven hunting for answers. God smiled today, sardonically.

The frontage view got blurred. It was hard to figure out whether the liquid sunshine barricaded the view or it were her tears that clouded the sight. She needed someone to hold her, to walk with her hand-in-hand and tell her things would be ironed out. Someone to seize her, comfort her, just when her feet started trembling and her confidence started taking the count. Showers from the divine abode couldn’t help her in washing the sorrows off her skin.

She had always been someone who cheered herself on her own, encouraged herself and ameliorated her grief by her own. ‘Skip, or skim at your peril’, is what she had learnt. She had to be strong, anyways. The membrane of optimism had to be maintained. Fearfulness, that gradually started encircling her, had to be evaded. The grip of self-confidence that she inhibited had to be maintained, after all. She stood up again, recollected the broken pieces and summoned her power of being responsible and aware. She masqueraded those eyes that wanted to cry with lips curled up that smiled and laughed cheerfully.  

Just when she thought she was resolute and determined, God looked down to this ignoramus soul and mocked, which was still coated with macabre, that got buried deep down her fertile heart.

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