"It ceased at last, as everything
dreadful has to cease, even if it
ceases only by death."
----Iris Murdoch,The Sea.
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Tears were cascading down her rosy cheeks....a pair of teal blue eyes gazing down.....a chuckling sound, along with squealing of several other babies nearby.....a creaking of the door....and together they intermingled ...to form a vicious shadow chasing him.....
Then the fog suddenly cleared, he found the kid standing below the willow tree mumbling and hiccuping while weeping his eyes out and hysterically carving the tree bark with his pocket knife ...in the next moment there he lay over the patch of jade grass which swayed leisurely with the wheezing breeze,an empty glazed over eyes with a wrecked hand in a puddle of ruby gently seeping into the dirt.....
Soon the scene shifted,here the devil returns with another silhouette gliding down the arcade of mysterious doors....towards me...then thrashing, kicking,jabbing the kid with rods,whips and then shackling him at the corner for an entire week without a shred of light penetrating inside.....a wail,a helpless gait...a heinous command and a splash of crimson soaking him.....a slap so barbaric the kid mewled. Yet he hissed and pounced over the devil and tackled him....
In the end the kid slowly morphed to a young man standing dauntless over the cliff.A sense of tranquillity spreading down his system like a drug,a crake to be as he envisioned the enigmatic girl of sapphire eyes standing before him and grinning at him,hooking his hand with hers .....and enjoying the flamboyant sunset together.....
E.H. kept turning all night,restless with drops of perspiration saturating him even in the icy blast from the air conditioner.Finally after a long struggle, he woke up panting and gasping for air....it had been quite long since he dreamt of his despicable past,a horror.....still amongst all this,a fuzzy warm passion bloomed within him. Really it's a wonder of how she infiltrated into his psyche...
That little girl even made it to his dream,and atlast concluded it on a happy note.
That wildflower or rather a bird to be precise is a force of nature better not to be reckoned with.....a bird huhhhh...
Hmmm,he liked it and mused over. Hence he settled on tagging her as "Pige" from the pigeon-a gentle,curious bird.
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"Pige,it is from now on girl.From today onwards this would be your nickname,little girl",he whispered it to the darkness,as a smile started etching on his beautiful face.