Moving On

Chapter Four

Winter has passed. Sadly the colourful Spring is also about to say good bye without giving me a good number of colourful events. As I recalled winter, it was not so eventful either. The only incidents that are noteworthy were moving on to a new place and meeting some new people.

I was at the university campus. Our classes were on loose schedule then as admission process for the spring fall were going on at various departments. And so, having no classes to attend for a while, I was sitting at my favourite spot on the whole campus area and that is under that huge Royal Poinciana tree. I was sitting leaning against that tree and smoking while staring skywards at the blooming tree. Green from the leaves, Red from the flowers and Blue from the sky, the three prime colours were there to entertain me. They were forming different colours as the wind blew softly. As I kept staring I became more indifferent to my surroundings and the colours started to manipulate my thoughts. They forced my mind to make a journy to my recent past. There I was seeing the events of moving on to the new place and meeting with Suresh and Girish. The most frequent images were the images that involved Barsha. I also felt that the invigorating colours, specially red of the blooming flowers some how tried to convey a message to me. A message that something new and exciting is going to happen to my near future. However, I was confused whether it was a warning or an incitement.

I was used to sit there like this, without giving much concern to the surroundings and the people that were passing me walking. Because I knew one thing that the people that were passing were either students, and some of them I may know, or people I do not know.

Suddenly, a sweet smoothing voice broke my contemplation. I was surprised as it called my name, pleased at its smoothness and at the same time irritated as then I had to look who it was from withdrawing my eyes from those beautiful flowers. I looked and saw an angel standing on the sea of flames. But why was it calling my name? The angel again shouted, "Hey. Its me Barsha. We met the other day at the bus stop. Don't tell me you have forgotten about me already."
I snapped out of my temporary mesmerised state and saw it was that girl from that white house. Those blooming red flowers really did hypnotise me. When I regain my focus I saw, again today she was waring a beautiful white dress. I guess she is a big fan of white. She was standing on the red carpet of the scattered flowers that fell from the tree.