Shattering Dreams…

Excerpt: I was leaving the place where I lived, the place where I laughed, the place where I built dreams, the place where I made friends, the place where I cried and the place where I broke my heart for the first time. (Reads: 136)

 

I will never be back…………….so Good Bye…………….

It was a bright sunny day when I came to know that I will spend the rest of my life in the UK. I was shocked and the time stopped for a moment allowing me to swallow the sad saliva in my mouth with a fearful gulp.

I was nervous as anxiety crept in my veins. I went stiff and cold as if I was a stone lying near my black BMW. I was surrounded with vexation because there was no space for more dreadful thoughts in the container in my mind.

Everybody around me knew that my eyes had a glimpse of tear as they were shining like crystals. Each tear falling on the dry land carried a part of my memory -especially the golden ones.Each tear from my eyes came together and formed a puddle of brine, with ingredients such as sorrowfulness, sadness, and helplessness. As the luminous sunlight fell on the recipe, I was able to see the crying face of mine.

What happened to me, as the joyous and colorful world of mine went gloomy and blank. My vulnerable imagination and dreams were shattered into pieces which faded away. Though there were many people around me, I felt isolated and lonely.

I saw the blooming lilacs in my green garden for the last time. I precisely observed the each brick of my lovely house. I had the vision of everything that I will leave behind. I smelt the sweet perfume of the mountain grass for the last time.

I was leaving the place where I lived, the place where I laughed, the place where I built dreams, the place where I made friends, the place where I cried and the place where I broke my heart for the first time.

My dad’s voice gave a life to my frozen body. He called me and said, “Life will be better.” This few words gave me relief, taught me an important life lesson.

I will never forget the heavenly view of this country lanes, the roaring fields and the sunset over the Castle on the Hill ……….

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