Ava walks in the december cold morning wearing her jerkins and boots with a cold coffee in her hand. For her, saturdays are meant for library.
She registers herself in the library's register, the security and her exchanged their morning smiles. She walks into the clean, narrow, brown shelves. She takes her favourite book and sits by in the last table of the narrow room. A fair lady sits in front of her with her water bottle and book.
"Isn't it too cold, today? She asked.
"Yes it is." replied Ava, without an eye contact at her, seeing the book.
She turns few pages and stops at 48 where she left a bookmark last week. There was utter silence in the entire room, Afterall library is meant to be so, right?
The librarian enters and keeps a check on everyone.
The thriller story she was reading kept her hooked to it.
*Thadar* The bottle of the fair lady sitting opposite to Ava fell down.
She looked up to her face. She felt like she had seen this face before.
"Sshh. This is library." said the librarian.
"Nevermind. Let's get back." Ava said to herself.
Ava got hooked to this story only because she was able to resonate with each chapters. The death of the narrator's single parent. The narrator, being the elder took care of his sibling. Every details seemed like it has happened to her. Her curiosity tends to make her turn pages of the story.
It was 1 pm already. Ava closed her books to have her lunch at home. The last page of the book had an image of a character in the novel. She stared at it for half a minute, Alas! It was none other than the fair lady sitting opposite to her. She doubtfully looked at her face. All in a second, The lady held her hand and took her into the same book. They got caught in. Everything seemed giant in Ava's eyes. The lady seemed to be nowhere around her. She was all alone. She looked around her in dismay, all she could see was Marie crying all alone with her brother hugging her. (Characters of the novel) This exactly reminded her of the situation she faced 7 years ago. That was where she stopped in the library.
The page turned as she jumped at the corner of the room. She walked over the words and read the sentences.
"Her inner self was telling : This is so you. The life long mystery you wanted to know, might be hidden here."
Sentences automatically turned into scenarios in front of Ava's eyes as she started to walk over it.
She continued walking.. Marie reminisces the same day but 3 years prior in the story. Her mother and she had been to a library, on a december cold morning. A fair lady sat before them, It is none other than the same fair lady who sat opposite to Ava.
Ava was stunned seeing her yet here again.
The library was calm and peaceful as it is meant to be. All of a sudden..
*Thadar* a sound came, again.
No, It wasn't the lady's bottle that fell down, this time. It was a shot, a gun shot targeted on the forehead of Marie's mother. Marie heard this sound and woke weeping for her mother to wipe her tears off. She was all alone without a pillar for her support with her younger brother.
Ava picturised the scene replacing herself in Marie's place, her tears flowed out. Her anger bursted out at the fair lady. Within a fraction of a second the lady disappeared after shooting her mother.
All of a sudden a purple-bluish hand shaped swirl kind of cloud came in front of her, which pulled her from her back. She didn't want to leave the place without questioning the lady.
No! No! No! Don't pull me She screamed rubbing her eyes from the bed.
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The black keys of my piano is shorter than the white keys of my piano. Just like the Africans being oppressed by the foreigners for being born with white skin. Setting boundaries to touch eachother, Waging wars and bleeding tears.
We aren't colourblind; We are made blind by society.
Fair skinned ladies gets married earlier, Dark skinned babies are treated like trash, Jobless fathers and food protesters -- son, Cornered black skinned student in school. Even the beautiful rainbows are formed when dark clouds blends with shiny sunlight. Faking fair and lovely mask to hide the tan has became trend, when they didn't realise black is beauty.
We aren't colourblind, we are made blind by society.
Even while playing chess matches, White coins are given more priority and should be moved first. When all of us live under same home -- sky. Don't we have the same red blood running in our veins Then, why to discriminate, black and white among us? We failed to realize, when discarding dark skin babies.
We aren't colourblind, we are made blind by society.
July knocks my door bringing umbrella and jerkins along with a box of memories. Walking in the path of October, We sipped the coffee and gaze at the stars, counting the stars, creating constellations. Couldn't believe you are one today.
Its July 1 and I reminisce the flowers you gave me, with the note of poem. You recited it to me, promising you'll stay "forever". Your words fill the voids our infinite distance. Your poem hangs in the sky, as I gaze at it, and you smile at me.
I play your favorite playlist to bloom my morning, in your favorite transparent white cassette. It rains to accompany my solitude, creating your bliss. I am drenched in memories of us, awaiting you. I wish the water would wash away my longingness.
The dusk breaks and the birds chirp, The wind sways heavily. I peek over for you out in the balcony, where we uses to read books. I search for the lost characters in the novel, just like how you left me. The turquoise flowers you gave me still blooms in my heart.
~ Poem references: • Caterpillar by Christina Rossetti • Curious Kids by Gwen Jones • Road not taken by Robert Frost • Life by Henry Van Dyke • I wandered lonely as a cloud by William Wordsworth • Ball Poem by John Berryman