My first ever bouquet was a Get well soon one from my uncle and his family. I received it and was overwhelmed.
Little gesture of affection can leave stronger marks embossed for life time. Care and love is all what everyone is searching for.
P.S I have been inconsistent. The post required posting for five consecutive days. I will finish the count however.
IT was his happy place. Sitting in the terrace having coffee observing the fog filled environment and breathing in the fragrance of damp forest. It was like being alone in a totally different dimension for sometime till she woke up. She woke up to bring colors. She woke up and the fog had settled, the view got clearer for him to see. Sunshine blazed at 12 and before that both have finished the morning warm up and breakfast. The aroma of bacons along with peanut butter and toast delighted him and made him more hungry while she fixed a bowl of oats with nuts for herself.
This was another thing about her. She liked to stay healthy. She liked very much to stay alive. She was alive and for that reason, so was he. Alive at heart. Happy. Content.
In the lonesome morning hour he spent, given his being an early bird, he pondered. He thought about anything and everything and every now and then jotted down something on sticky notes that were placed on table next to his chair, so that he can use the lines/words/thoughts whenever he needed them. It was another of her ideas. She perfectly understood him and his profession. He was frustrated once at the wonderful line he thought and didn’t write so couldn’t remember. This however never happened after that because she made sticky notes and pen available in all the usual places he dwelt, including the shower which had gel pen so the ink won’t spread before she could keep them into his desk.
He was sitting in the morning as usual thinking all of this and a lot more. How she became the driving force of his life. Took over him, owned him and cared for him like no one ever did. He thought for a moment about a morning without her.
“If she’s gone…” , he wrote. Uncountable minutes past, the pen still in his hand, he as though lost until he recovered and continued;
“If she’s gone…. There wouldn’t exists any ‘me’.”
He heard the sound of something falling in the kitchen and he smiled. His morning had just begun!
“The ache never leaves.”, he said. Seemed like he was plunged into something long gone. Something that still dominated him, the particular scent of memory his only favorite as though.
“There are times when you get too busy with your life, you think your business might keep you from feeling what you feel. But at night , when you lay down, tired and exhausted the memory revives and takes up the whole of you. You drown. You sink. You find it hard to breathe. In this struggle the night ends and the cycle goes on…..”.
He took a brief pause then added, ” You never forget your first love, you see. Never! If you have sincerely and truly fallen in love there is no falling out of it. The second and the third and fourth love and so on is merely falling in love with the memory of the one you loved, or loving the reflection of her if you see it in someone!”
P.S this is my first post of the challenge which started here. She is doing a wonderful job 🙂
And I took the challenge without any invitation just because I liked it. It is like challenging myself and knowing how well I can do. I do not invite anyone everyone is free to take this challenge from my side 🙂 All you have to do is Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
“I want to be so very me, so that you know, in me perfection doesn’t exists, that I am not flawless and I am too learning from life like you are, I make mistakes, numerous risks I take and things do not necessarily turn out my way!
So that when you commit ‘you are the best’ you really know who you are talking about and that the definition of best is actually what you see in me”, she said.
“I wonder at the number of promises I made to myself and then broke.”, she said.
“It is a chaos in this world.”
“People.. it is them creating the havoc. You see, they care more about a fallen phone than a fallen person. They stomp on feelings of others without knowing they did yet they like a thousand posts on how much extra they ‘feel’ everything. They complain of their solitude but never actually say hello to the person sitting next to them, they avoid actually socializing yet have every social networking account possible. They post I love you Mom but hate her when she calls them at the dinner table to sit and eat with her.
You see, now there are less feelings, less humanity, less good deeds. When there are less good deeds right and wrong become indistinguishable! It is the ultimate end. It is chaos.”
“I believe in relations that are beyond materialistic desires.”, she bit her lip then carried on. “Yeah… I believe in that. The holiness of a true relationship has more to it than the riches, material, money, looks of the person.
It is who they are in being, it is what they say, what they worship, what they practice, the way they care, they way they’re honest, they way they speak, they way they are silent and it never bothers because their silence has meaning and surprisingly we begin to understand those meanings! It is these and a lot more things that make you drawn to a person and to love them. It is then a true love, a true bonding, a real relationship. Respecting each other for who you are and understanding every simple and complex entangled bits of each other!”
Just when I couldn’t really take any more, optimism brought this unusual strength in me to rebel against every thought which was about ‘quitting’.