The wet gloomy sunflowers were heading west for the sun to peek for the last time before setting down. Julia gazed at the wet grass and took her shoes off. She knew, it'd be a perfect walk to remember. The greenery contained the smell of the rain all over it. The slight cold breeze exfoliated the weather even more. Hian paused for a while and took a deep breath at the entrance of the cemetery. He was nervous, but more than that, he felt his love again. He felt something was pulling him inside. He knew, he could never feel alive again without Martha, at least he could not in last 16 years.
Days and months don't continue to be special, only a few jolly moments are the ones that make us smile even when we loose all our teeth as few mistakes make us cry even when we go blind. This is how the life is, its the mirage of cupidity. Rulers are born to be swindlers here. Avarice is the center of the capitalism where poor people go poorer and rich ones make the money role among themselves. Hian had all the money to join the competition of the lecherous. May be he had the blessings that kept him away, long away from the avarice.
He noticed that Julia's eyes were soaked in tears that were ready to sacrifice themselves in a while for a young lady who once intended to give this orphan a parental acquaintance, a house to call home, parents to love and a life to lead. This may be was the first time when he found something else to concentrate other than Martha's love in front of her grave. It was Julia's white sorrows. The silence was abnormal to Hian, he looked at Julia from the corner of his eyes, and then it all happened, then he could see her sorrows, her dreams reflecting on her tears and her innocence. He was mildly thrilled in his mysterious sight. The air blew, calling for the drizzle to arrive; but nothing could disturb his whim.
Her tear droplets fell on Martha's cemetery along with all the drizzling rain. The rain may had arrived to let the tear droplets spread over Martha, or may be it was Martha who wanted this to happen. Hian was getting lost into Julia, he started reading her mind unconsciously. She seemed like a kite, which bears a limit in all its activities. She had nothing to say. Any more moment here could break her down, she felt to get back right then. She turned back and along with Mr. Cooper, took a few steps forward. Then she stopped for a last time and turned back slightly and uttered, "Farewell mother"...
Hian's index finger found her ones while staring back, they headed off leaving the sun peeking for the last time in the day, their indexes over each others..
Feeling alive is more important than loving someone or being loved. Hian knew it now. He could feel it again...
Days and months don't continue to be special, only a few jolly moments are the ones that make us smile even when we loose all our teeth as few mistakes make us cry even when we go blind. This is how the life is, its the mirage of cupidity. Rulers are born to be swindlers here. Avarice is the center of the capitalism where poor people go poorer and rich ones make the money role among themselves. Hian had all the money to join the competition of the lecherous. May be he had the blessings that kept him away, long away from the avarice.
He noticed that Julia's eyes were soaked in tears that were ready to sacrifice themselves in a while for a young lady who once intended to give this orphan a parental acquaintance, a house to call home, parents to love and a life to lead. This may be was the first time when he found something else to concentrate other than Martha's love in front of her grave. It was Julia's white sorrows. The silence was abnormal to Hian, he looked at Julia from the corner of his eyes, and then it all happened, then he could see her sorrows, her dreams reflecting on her tears and her innocence. He was mildly thrilled in his mysterious sight. The air blew, calling for the drizzle to arrive; but nothing could disturb his whim.
Her tear droplets fell on Martha's cemetery along with all the drizzling rain. The rain may had arrived to let the tear droplets spread over Martha, or may be it was Martha who wanted this to happen. Hian was getting lost into Julia, he started reading her mind unconsciously. She seemed like a kite, which bears a limit in all its activities. She had nothing to say. Any more moment here could break her down, she felt to get back right then. She turned back and along with Mr. Cooper, took a few steps forward. Then she stopped for a last time and turned back slightly and uttered, "Farewell mother"...
Hian's index finger found her ones while staring back, they headed off leaving the sun peeking for the last time in the day, their indexes over each others..
Feeling alive is more important than loving someone or being loved. Hian knew it now. He could feel it again...
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