I walked down the lonely lanes of that place. The gulmohars were in full bloom. The refresheshing red flowers had covered the road,resembling a bright red carpet.The trees were dancing to the tune played by the light breeze. It was marvelous. I had never expected to be back here ever.It felt like a dream.Not a dream come true,just a dream,a dream I felt I was going to complete seeing now..I had vowed not to return here,but sometimes destiny’s tryst is really strange,it brings you back to complete the cycle. The woods were still as thick as they were ten years ago,it was even more silent though.I sat on the old hollow pipe that ran through the place,it was there even before my first day there, I have always wondered what it was meant for,never got the answer. This place is so fresh in my mind ,but the memories are fresher. This was where I had I got the best friends and also the love they say is for life.Those were my college days and that used to be my campus. I had learnt lot many things here,not the bookish knowledge but the wisdom life had offered to teach. Those were the days when life was filled with hope and colours. The days when thoughts ‘who am I’,’Whats my existence for’ cropped up.I found no answers then,neither did I have them now.I wish my days here had ended in happiness like so many others.I wish I could come for the reunions and alumnae.I wish my life were as normal as other’s life was.Three and a half years of fairytale life came to an end on the final semester exam day, when those bloody eyes came in searching for someone in the class.When he dragged my life out to the corridors and put an end to it.He killed a revolutionary, a promising young leader who could have done so many things for the society,for the country.He also killed a loving heart, a dear friend and my dream. All my dreams had only one colour now,red.My eyes were never dry.
And after all those years,that was the day when the wrongdoer was punished,he was imprisoned for life.Was that the justise I wanted?Is that what I had waited for? I don’t know,I will never know. I felt someone hold my hands,pulling me to walk along,to move ahead.I knew this was where his soul was,young,vibrant and strong. I moved on,walked down those lanes feeling his presence in the wind,with love still as fresh as ever.
"touching" - would be an understatement - keep writing :)
ReplyDeletethanks chakkingal...u are an inspiration :)
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ReplyDeleteAfter reading your post(of course NOT this one, but the earlier one...)I will only say that... I have decided to complete the blog that I started 6 months back..
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