Holi, the festival of colours was Radha’s favourite festival
and she always loved the ambience of colours that it brought into her world.
Today when her neighbourhood kids splashed buckets full of colour on her and dragged her out to join them in splashing colours on everyone, she
did not know that miles away, the best colours from her life were slowly draining
out with every passing second.
Two miles away from the border, Sanjay shot the last
infiltrator in front of him before succumbing to the injuries that the enemy
bullets had given him.
His fingers alone moved for a few minutes as though he was
searching to find the warmth of his loved one while he was bidding farewell.
His soul broke free from the pain and trauma, rushed towards
Radha and took in the beauty of his wife’s laughter, the lovely colours that adorned
her, all the while appealing to the Gods
to keep her bathed in colours till eternity.
Oh dear :( That was a tragic twist Preethi. Beautiful narration!
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A poignant tale. I hope that all the widows of courageous soldiers who sacrifice their life for the sake of our nation get the colours back in their life.
ReplyDeleteThough the story was tragic, the last line had me smiling. Such unconditional love!
ReplyDeleteYou know how much I hate tragedies. Just my attempt to make it a little more bearable.
ReplyDeleteThey live in such peril. How I wish there were no wars.
ReplyDeleteThank you Swathi.
ReplyDeleteOh my God..so tragic..
ReplyDeletevery well weaved piece Preethi..loved it..
Thank you Parul.
ReplyDeletesad. but shows how unpredictable life can be. ...
ReplyDeleteYes Life is always unpredictable.
ReplyDeleteThis is so moving, Preethi! I love the way you have interspersed the colours of joy and sorrow!
ReplyDeleteStory is tragic but such are the Colors of life as well.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Life can turn gray all of a sudden.
ReplyDeletethank you Deepti Menon
ReplyDeleteoh that's lovely
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