Thursday, December 22, 2011

Stolen memories



She had planted a cherry seed when she was 19. It grew in the arms of her love. Every morning she caressed the dew on its leaves before she left from home and every evening kissed it goodnight. She felt like the Creator, every time she saw it blooming in glee. She captured him in her mind’s eye and clicked him as he grew.. inch to inch.

It soon bore thorns as it grew. They pricked her soft fingers but she did not let out a sigh. She talked to it every night before she slept. She had read somewhere that plants grow better when you talk to them. She cried out her sob stories, shared instances of her first kiss, her escapades with friends, her craze for ball dance and ballet…

Soon the land was sold off to a hotelier. The house was brought down, the garden with all the lovely greens torn apart. But her love was so strong that her cherry plant lived on. Not a leaf torn, not a stem harmed. He continued to flourish at the same spot. The only difference being a huge iron barricade between them.
She had a picture of him under her pillow. She had clicked when he had turned four. Sigh! If only that picture had the two of them, her mind conjured. She was worried. Would he wither away in the absence of her touch? It had been a few months, he looked pretty fine.. though she was not. She needed the feel of that smooth green foliage on her palms, her lips thirsted for the dewdrops on its bosom. She was withering away in mind and body, being separated from her only true companion…

One day, in her deathly footsteps, she staggered onto the pavement across the hotel. She saw her darling greeting the sun with his arms – now broader. She heard him giggling as another gardener teased him with the sprinkler. He shed some flowers for her to wear in her hair. Soon after she was tired, she settled in his abode of shade and cuddled close to him.

She stood pale at the sight, satisfied as a Creator, but heartbroken as a Lover.
The pictures were already clicked and all she could do was change the faces in her head…

3 scribbling(s):

xyzandme said...

I don't understand.. =/
mind explaining?

The Wanderer said...

It's a simple short story

xyzandme said...

I am confused with the metaphor...
=/
Pardon me.

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