Mystic remains

                    
      

                                      

                                                                                                          

She stood amongst the ashes with deep contemplation camouflaged in her eyes.
Ashes of the memories that she burnt down with her own trembling yet determined fingers. she watched the fire hunt down those last memories with anguish. The smoke filled her lungs with disgust and hatred. She watched the massive heap of ashes for what seemed like eternity till an intruder knocked on her door. As she turned to address the door, a slight wind picked up. She was uncertain more than ever. As she took the first step, a hark in the far end called to her. Frantic blue eyes staring into nothingness. A knock again startled her rigid stance. While she contemplated, a violent wind blew across her face. Something clung to her leg. Her blue eyes were locked on the door. Another knock and she was determined to answer it. As she moved she looked down at herself and saw the Polaroid that clung her leg. The Polaroid shook her with chronic hysteria.


The polaroid was a picture of him in his gardening pants with a pitchfork and a rusted spade.


She gave out a cry of despair. It was the loss of a loved one that haunted her. She knew there was no coming back. He was not going to return back to her.  Ploughing back those tears which she promised him she would not shed, Pools of water collected under those battering eyelids.
The person she longed to be with at the moment, the person who brought the sparkle and gleam in her eyes, the person she would die for had abandoned her to tend to the call of duty. Duty that was more pressing and crucial than any other thing to him.


Last she saw of him was when he feigned catching those 10 little flying kisses thrown to him like bubbles blown into the blue sky and capturing them deep within his heart as little Emma waved him good bye as he disappeared behind the yellow fence.
                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Vivid memories flash up as she sees baby Emma sleeping with his t-shirt neatly tucked under her arms and a sign of peace spread over her face. As she contemplates the loss she might sense once she wakes up, she looses herself to tears.                                          
Emma dressed in a white gown stood amongst a thousand million memories, promises, wishes and aspirations. Her eyes was a reddish haze and her hair blew gently caressing her wet cheeks. She placed the garland of white flowers on the white marble and ran back to Jane. Jane was a mess. Her eyes were parched and she was shell shocked. She knew of nothing. She had never loved someone so dearly. To loose him was to loose her. She felt desolate and detached. She had lost all hopes for a healthy and a happy life. Emma clutched Jane. Jane snapped out of trance and looked down at her daughter. Emma looked up with a tear streaked face. For her, it was a father, a friend  a comrade she had lost in comparison to Jane who lost her love of her life. Emma was therefrom Jane's soul existence of living. Jane lifted Emma off the ground and weeped like a baby girl. Soon the tears turned into hiccups and Jane realized that it was time for her to say her final goodbye.

As this memory faded , the knocks grew thundrous. Jane was more than annoyed to answer who ever it was behind those wooden doors. She just wanted to sit against the window sill and be lost in a world where he still existed and Emma smiled in between relishing her chocolate bar.
But all that one wishes may not come true.