Graces,
friends and authors.We have entered into a new month and this May, may bring happiness and comfort to all the people, living in both poor and rich conditions. For couple of days, I could see that my writing ceased for some time.Quite though true the fact that I tried to go deeper onto the life around me, yet what made me again to share one fictitious story with you.
This story would be a fictitious narrative and so there might be any drawbacks, grammatically or the sequential error. Feel free to take the mistakes as mere blocks and do make your opinion to help me cover the story.This story is taking me to a time and I hope you do also get there along with me.
Stay tuned.🌷🎷
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Its Been A Long Day.
Life goes on,sometimes like musics and the flow of the tuning melodies, the fuse of which enthralls our heart so much,often we fall into the reminiscence and our heart falls love with another heart, sometimes pain comes to take us deeper into the ocean of sorrows, where we try to get out from cant because life seem to teach us lesson--both wonderful and harrowing.
Journeys of life never finishes, once we try to move on and surprisingly true is the fact that the next moment we find ourselves in a new road, preparing to go in new destinations.Such strange thing it is,right? Sometimes it feels that clock isnt moving on and time has stopped ticking,the next morning, its like --so many years have gotten over and only a few long sighs vagues the air.
Couple of wooden sticks are the prop that mr. Jacob has in his possession, once he had all those things and crafts, the big house, a nice balcony beside a long garden,two sons and their wife, the pensions clearing the little debt and riches with some assets that glimpse the shine of the richness of him as a man in his locality.His days were much enjoyable than most other elders in the town.
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Only past can be remembered and forgotten because, its about colors that dazzle before the eyes, and white part of it goes away from our sight. They say,out of sight, out of mind.Well,for Mr.Jacob,it wasnt true, he only remembers now what has gone away from his life and only the ashes left before in the present time, that says a story we dont get to see, but can smell long from the distance.
Looking back at the years time,it was just a couple of years ago,he lost his wonderful wife, he used to love more than his life.In the busiest hours of his business, he still that time, couldn’t forget to call her once and looking after everything she wanted.Some people would say,all these happens due to the depth of love, but it was even greater,rich and dominant, in the character of him that made Mr.Jacob as a pure hearted man.
For all of the people there lies a tragedy so far deep that, even after a decades time, the scars remain the day it was in the first day and so the change of time couldn’t make any difference to his sorrow.
Sometimes a human starts to find himself worthless, even having a lot of wealths beside him, the materials and jewels that could blurr any lights, but still it feels like faded.So many people beside and they are enough to make one jolly and lifted, but still the vacuity in heart that never goes away.
Mr.Jacob started to feel the same.
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His mind always looks after the past, his present is so bright, but he pays little notice to that.He has ocean long repents, heart that is unfulfilled and the thirst remain unquenched. What hasnt been done in these years and despite so many achievements and medals,he still feels the lack of one thing -compassion. And that is something all these wealths now dont buy.
Once his wife used to call him, saying --"Jacob,why are you so busy and working extra hours even in this night period? Dont you feel alone and unloved? I want to see you and do try to return home soon.I want to see you".Jacob didnt have time to answer and he didnt even pay any heed to the unheard voice,he kept working and improving his status, the company, the dream start and imrpoving progress card, these were his source of satisfaction. Day in and day out.Lights on and lights off. Miles went by and he could see nobody cares for him now.
Remembering these events, holding the rusty letter in his hand, he could just feel the soft tender voice of his wife,how are you, Jacob? Do you still feel me? Do you love me like you do during those days? Jacob just cant open his voice,he just looks into the letter and suddenly could feel that his eyes getting wet soon.His words are distraught and hearts been broken, he seems like losing everything in the last days of the chapter of life.
He walks out of home and goes in the same garden once he used to go and could see that lot of things have changed, but the memories are so fresh.Once in a fallen early afternoon, he could see that the meadow has been raised and a little peacock with its feather blooming the aura of color.
It was the time of spring that he could remember,the season which made him to see a new life, a ne beginning, a new person in life who came to his life, and since the spring, 30 years have passed since then.
At the end of 30 years, the same early noon is here and the meadow unmoved and what now grasps the attention of Mr.Jacob that it is a new feathered peacocpeacock that has come back again.wow!!!
He never seen such things for decades after decade. All he could see the people,the riches and the fame,but his sorrow in the deepest corner of the heart was unheard and unseen.Looking at the peacock,he envisioned the same event back in 30 years ago.
On such propitious day when he met with his future wife, the peacock was the symbol.The day he lost the beautiful bird, the same day he lost his wife forever, for the rest of his life.Ever since the day,he couldn’t see anything good and lost the vital sign of happiness, the smile of his life.He literally forgot how to smile, and this event made him smile again.
Maybe, this peacock is his lost wife getting reborn,maybe from the heaven, his wife wanted to see and reunite with him, talk with and saying, how he is right now.Living the life that is out of compassion and free from cordial love.He sat beside the peacock and could see that it is also talking to him.His agony turned into calmness again,he could feel that the senses are getting back again and so as his love.
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He took the peacock with him to his house, maybe its not going to be possible that his wife would come back again and no meeting until the end of the life in heaven,but this bird would be his and a souvenir of the lost love he dropped long ago.He might have lost the love and his wife quite a long ago,at times he couldnt give time to his wife, but now he feels deep into his heart that, life would be different, remembering her for the rest of the life.