FICTION : FEMALE   FRENEMIES :

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(Part—1)

Dark Dawn

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There was a strange palpitation in his heart. In last so many years he had never

felt like this in his habitual company of loneliness.  A shooting star crossed the

 sky of his heart reminding him of  the moments of passion  lost into the ripples

of the river Mahanadi . It was a morning . Some lightly dark clouds came floating

in  to shadow the silhouette moon in a moment . She sat beside him on a piece

 of rock on the bank dangling her bare feet into the waters of the river

narrating her dilemma, “Do you know, Saroj I’m really torn between my love for

you and my proposed marriage with Manmath Panigrahi. You know I can’t live

without you but I also don’t know how to get away from the snare of my

involvement with him…do you understand ? “

Her tongue was getting choked as she spoke.

Saroj kept imagining many moments of objectionable intimacy between the two

as he kept looking deep into her eyes shedding drops of warm tears.The river

looked at her in amazement .Then he took her  right hand into his fold of his

palms, kissed them and said, “Don’t …please don’t cry…I’m ready for all

consequences.”But as he was saying this his hands were getting moist with

 droplets of sweat dripping from depths of the pores of an anguished skin where

her palm’s maroon mehendi was taking on a red color .The rose that sprouted

long back in the garden of his heart shrugged its petals to look at the chemistry

of love weaving mysterious beats in two hearts into a bead of an invisible rosary

with silent chants of a divine feeling of togetherness at a secret place…for rarely

had they such opportunity to meet . Slowly the dawn darked with a few drops

of drizzle awaking the two souls to rise above the material body into feelings of

strange love in the soul of rain drenching them .

They sat on in spite of rain, rather with rain. Saroj was picking pearls of those

moments of intimacy  from her tears they had a few months back in the

courtyard of Leena’s house under a full moon. Leena sat shivering somewhat

amazed, wondering at the reason behind her tears.And the great river kept

 flowing with drops of rain and droplets of tears mingling into the giant flow…

(to be continued…)

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi