The cool wind accompanying the swaying branches of my favorite tree reminded me of soft murmurs and chocolate.
Amidst my broken family and incessant shouting, the greenery was my cathartic friend, a silent companion.
The days I found it hard to hide the discoloured marks on my back, the blotches of myriad colours in the leaves reminded me that there's imperfections in everything beautiful. The twilights I spent at the barred window, the chirping of the sparrows and the sweet play of light and shadow made me forget my loneliness. The dark nights when my tears overflowed, there was an eerie wind with a smell of the wet leaves, caressing my heart that seemed too big for this body.
So, the day the crooked wildness of humans took my friend away, the moment I heard the thud of the axe, I swear something died inside of me.
And I could only watch helplessly, as a single sparrow flew round and round the now empty space, calling out to her nest that would never return; the flailing leaves of of the tree nothing more than a haunted memory.
Written by Trijit Acharyya.
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RandomI had been one of the content writers in a Facebook page that my friends had created called Shutter. Here is a collection of small writings that I had contributed for the page, which has closed now. The pictures provided have NOT been taken by me...
