“Good morning, Anjel!” Advint called from behind. “Please!” she said “don’t come along with me!” slicing the air with her hand scratched with nails, three red fine lines and a newly inflicted scar was visible on her hand. “What happened to your hand, had a fight at home?” asked Advint ignoring the poisonous words suffocating the atmosphere. “What that got to do with you?” she skipped away in a jiffy leaving Advint in a muddle of questions, what wrong had I done?
O, poor Advint’s story ended without even having a sliver of beginning. Advint having not further descending down the stairs of love into the abyss of suffering and loneliness, adjusted himself to the circumstances or maybe I should put it this way, circumstances adjusted themselves in a maze which ultimately paved the way for Advint….but to where?
Exactly, eight days after that incident at the same stroke of eight in the morning when the minutes hand divided the 12, a voice so soft “Hh Ee Yy, Stop, Please!” Advint froze, his feet dug in the ground, cemented he stood after he recognized the vibrations. Anjel came bursting at him, “what on earth has made you so imperious, you stone hearted! What impregnated you so badly that you turned away from me! You snot, have you got brains or what!” He stood dumb, with his dead tongue. Circumstances have got their own way of handling our lives. “Sorry, that morning I was not in my senses.” And she skipped away in the similar fashion leaving Advint contemplating what time is it when I will find her in complete senses…
A bird just got his wings and Advint was preparing his letter, not love letter but a letter. On an A4 size white paper, he started arranging the words cut from the magazines and newspapers. A big red ‘B’ slightly tilted and just below it was a green ‘H’ straight and a blue ‘Y’ staring firmly at bottom right of the page where scarlet ‘D’ was smiling brightly. After an hour he got his letter ready perfumed with rose scent. With roses blooming in his heart, the aura of pure fragrance surrounding his body and the halo of love directing his descend down the stairs of love he went straight away at the stroke of eight in the morning, waiting for Anjel, hoping to find her in complete senses. She arrived and he stumbled a little, the letter in his hand, quivering, he said with his trembling lips, “wait Anjel, please, I have got something for you.” A harsh sound, “What, I’ve got no time.” He handed the letter to her and skipped away the way she used to, tremble to think was she in her senses?
“BE HAPPY MY DEAR FRIEND…”
“What a fool, he is! What am I supposed to make out from this cloying scent laden poor piece of paper, pffhh!” she laughed snobbishly, the letter failed, obviously. Next day she went to Advint and just said, “Baby, Grow up!”
Never again did Advint face Anjel in his life, for the fear of response from her that may have completed his descend down the stairs, or may be of his own trepidations about the circumstances that never favored him which might have pushed him further down the abyss…who knows who can guess…life has both roses and thorns distributed all along the course and Advint collected the roses of his way and covered the thorns of the ‘letter owner’ with them…