Sunday, August 7, 2011

If Only Rains Could Heal.

It is 12:30pm by the clock and dark ghostly clouds have gathered outside. Her kids have gone to school and her husband is out of town on a business trip for a few days. She makes hot coffee for herself, opens the door of her balcony and feels the cool breeze brushing against her face and ruffling through her auburn hair. After a busy morning, she finally gets time to read the letter of her elder brother.


How have you been, my sweet little sister? Have you forgotten me or what? It’s been so long since you came and gave me a visit. How is my little niece and nephew? And how is Armaan? You told me about his new job last time. Did he make it to the Additional Director’s post?

You know what sis, Neha gave me a beautiful surprise on my birthday. She gave me a silver plated candelabrum on the base of which ‘T N’ for Tarun and Neha, is inscribed. Isn’t that awesome? I loved it, absolutely. She is such a sweetheart. And by the way, she was apologising for not being able to talk to you the last time you called. :)
So much has happened in the last few months. I have started working on a new project. Neha helps me in it. It’s good to have a supporting hand by your side all the time...right?

Anyway, I’ll tell you the details of my project only when you give me a visit as I hope that by then I would probably have made much progress on it to tell you more.

Hope to see you soon, Auraya. Take care!



She sighs and goes to the balcony. It has started drizzling and she hears the pitter-patter of the drops on her roof. She stands there for a while, closing her eyes and feeling the delicate scent of the weather.

A tear trickles down her right cheek. Like always, the bag of hope with which she began reading the letter, had worn to shreds. She folds the letter and keeps it in her pocket. “One day, everything would be okay. This is a hard time going and nothing lasts forever. It will pass soon.” She says in a soliloquy, wiping off her tears. She is confident that her brother would come to terms with reality and that he would soon walk out of that asylum which has held him in its claws since his wife, Neha died.


Word Count: 417


  1. NIce Blog :)
    Looking farward to read more .. :) follow me too

  2. Oh wow, this is super good. I was expecting the brother to be no more and his ghost materializing, this is even better.

  3. The way love hurts and shreds people down.
    Really touching read!
    You wrote beautifully Vinati...splendid.

  4. @Aman
    Thank you very much. :)


    Hmm ghost materialising...nice. =)

    @Red Handed
    Thank you so much, Red! ^_^

  5. You mastered the art of tragic turns, everything was going on a smooth gentle way when suddenly an accident occurred.

    Weakest LINK

  6. lovely! loved the story :) following the blog now!

  7. @Rachit
    Thank you!

    @Raam Pyari
    I'm so glad to know!

  8. A touching read. The pain of loosing love can be too hard on the mind and heart. And then it creates a mental lie, of the presence of the loved one. Alas, only if it were true.

    Blasphemous Aesthete

  9. @Blasphemous Aesthete is indeed very tough. And what is worse for the heart is to see your loved one merely surviving and not living, in a mental asylum.