08 February, 2011

Homeward Bound

The blinding darkness of the night was filled with sharp cold air. Trinity felt the icy fingers of winter reaching for her bones. She shivered - whether from cold or pain, she knew not. Dark and lonely were the roads she walked on - just like her. The freezing winds scratched her face as she walked, without a plan or destination in mind. For some unknown reason, she wished that the world was flat, so that she could just walk to the edge and drop down to the infinite depths. 'Maybe it would be nice', she mused, 'to fall off like that - much like sky-diving.' She imagined herself, walking on a flat surface and then just letting go - and zooooommm... down - thrilling!

She breathed heavily, almost gasping for breath, as she continued... 'Maybe I could be like Forrest Gump, only instead of running, I'll just keep walking and walking and walking.' It seemed like a good idea to her. Hooooowwwwlll... She almost screamed aloud in fright on hearing the deadly howl... 'Bloody hell', she thought, 'dogs can sound so freakin' scary at night..' Nothing much disturbed her after that. And she plodded on...

She hugged herself to the extent of almost squeezing herself to death - the cold seemed to want to reach her very soul - whatever there was left of it. She suddenly felt like laughing... 'It was insanity', she felt, for her to be walking around in the most miserable cold, all alone, without a purpose and yet enjoying it all! Maybe the cold had got to her head and was sucking all the sense out of it. Who would know?

No one knew her, she knew no one. Of course, there was a time when she had friends and a family. But now, no, she was all alone. What ruthless change did this? Whose fault was it that she was out here enveloped in this dark cage? She had believed in them, had trusted them and had given all her love that was in her to them. So why? Why was she singled out for hurt? Why did they torture her spirit each day? Why did they stab right at the heart of generosity and kindness?

'STOP IT!!', she yelled to herself, shattering the inhuman silence. 'Stop it, stop it, stop it!'... she dropped to the frozen road crying wretchedly... 'stop it..' she sobbed... The road glistened with her tear drops. 'It looks so beautiful', she felt. She sniffed away her distress, picked herself up and walked on... the darkness never seemed to end.


'It looked heavenly!', she thought as she strolled around... The bright yellow flowers, and pure white lilies, with pleasant green ferns peeping from behind, the sparkling diamond stream and the melodious chirps of the birds - This was a delightful place to be in! She went around the place, filled with the utmost wonder, and marvelled at the delicate beauty of everything there.  She looked up to the sky and saw a flock of doves gracefully circle the wide blue expanse - they looked so divine to her.

The sounds too were of a sweet strain... the gentle stream went merrily with a splish-splash tune... keeping in time with it were the soft whooshing and sighing of the tree-leaves... the cute, feathery birds added their beats by too-wheeting beautifully about the place.

Trinity laughed... from inside, her long-hidden, cherished and childhood laugh came out tinkling like coins from a velvet pouch. Her eyes shone with happiness and her countenance had an innocent and charming tone about it. She ran freely through the softly tickling grass and danced in abandon - feeling free like a kite untangled from the knarled branches of a tree.

'How do you like your new Home?' He asked.

She turned to him, smiled sweetly and said, 'I like it very much, thank you.'

He looked at her intently, at the same time gently and asked, 'And how do you feel now?'

She paused for a few moments, breathing in deeply all the gentleness and beauty, to reply:



  1. There is an untold story in between the dark cold night and the bright flowery day. And though I think I can make it up, would you write it some times?

    Very nice.

    Blasphemous Aesthete

  2. Had me hooked till the end...Beautiful choice of words which conveyed emotions and the ambiance extremely well.

  3. Hiya B.A ! Yeah, there's a gap there which my readers can fill up with their own imagination :) I know it's conventional to write the whole story and tell every detail that happens, but I would like to give my readers the opportunity to fill up the spaces and the incomplete story as they like it.

    It's nice to let the mind go free from time-to-time... get all creative and ideate!

    So, what do you think happened with Trinity?

  4. Hi Meg!! Love it when you always drop in :) Glad that you liked and appreciate it ! Means a lot... I hope to write better stories further on. I know I'll have your support :) Cheers!

  5. Nice story venice! Well expressed and.. well.. it has a kindof feeling inside.. Along with ur usual touch.. ;)
    Good one! :)

  6. Hi MM07 - Thank you so much! Any suggestions if it could have been better?

  7. I like the way you have kept the story open for interpretation.....involving the reader and making him think. :)

  8. @ Kamikaze: Thanks... you've not shared your interpretation about it though. Would like to hear your story!


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