“Transition is like autumn”

It was a clarion ante meridiem, the azure was naked displaying its turquoise tint skin unabashedly, ether and august in its own terms. The July sol was lashing out on the concrete under me. I was revising through the nitty-gritty about the neoteric and transient locus I was going to enter still scrupling about it.

It’s gonna be okay Diganta. You will absolutely love it there.”, she forenamed lang syne in an assuring timbre as tears rolled down, ebbing down on the pillow underneath, the padding imbibing the teardrops, the white hue of the cushion turning into grey reflecting my doldrums.

The after hours went sleepless, with me staying up, my mind encapsulated with the thought about tomorrow. Inevitable.

I gaited down the endless boulevard, towards my fate, expecting a cul-de-sac to rescue me from my already inscribed destiny. I gripped her metacarpus taut as an eerie of uncertainty hanged above me as a cloud stalking me in the luster. She patted my shoulder, reassuring me for a second before I subsided again to my fears. I was defeated. But I didn’t surrender.

We finally arrived. The sarcoline ziggurat standing beanstalk(tall) before a stretch of Coquelicot land graced with Smaragdine barley. A loop of steel frame bulwarked the fortress, fortifying my foreordain, my imminent offing. The lunettes sewn to the fabric of the cement of the edifice, were the only barrier blocking me from my freedom.

I rubbernecked around, scrutinizing the hundreds of prisoners setting foot behind these metal bars waving goodbye to their loved ones as lachryma trickled down from the fissure of our oculus.

“All the best”, she said as I entered the premises of the architecture.

The board above said “Elementary State School“.

17 years 234 days later:

I traipsed down the finite avenue towards my kismet. I could recall the clime forecast for today.

“Grey skies with high probability of thundershowers”

She grasped my hand tight, while I tried to elicit a smile from her. The dark circles underneath her eyes revealing all that had happened last night. Her raven hair flowed down like a cascade, a strand of which falling in front of her hazel eyes still embracing the Moirai as an Ignis fatuus.

We finally arrived at the junction. Junction of separation.

I left her hand and walked down the aisle towards the architecture as torrent rain graced the earth underneath. Among the millions of raindrops, fell down the teardrops from her eyes echoing in the silence, as she wiped her eyes with her wrinkled palms.

“Goodbye Mother”

I exclaimed silently as I walked towards the building.

The board above said “Forward Operating Base”



29 Comments Add yours

  1. How do you write so well??? Amazing, really, mesmerizing….

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    1. Well I dont know the secret formula to that. Thank you so much for appreciating 🙂

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      1. As I said before, good things are to be appreciated…. And today is Rusty’s Birthday!

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      2. Yes it is. I remember. Such a legend he is

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      3. One of the best English writers of India

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      4. Diganta, it’s me again… Can you check out my new story and suggest something? This one is different and I’m confused about it. Your advices are really good and I need some in this one. Hope I’m not nagging.

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      5. Hey. Can you drop an email, it would be so convenient to have a conversation over there if that’s okay with you . I read your latest post, will leave behind my feedback on it tomorrow . Thanks 🙂

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      6. Ya, email is better

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  2. swadeshjana says:

    The description of every moment is beyond comments… Really no words can fit to describe your style …

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    1. Thank you so much for appreciating 🙂

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  3. Wow, I like your writing skills, vivid words and phrases, very descriptive as well. Love reading it.

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    1. Thank you so much! means a lot to me 🙂


  4. Stacy says:

    Very well articulated. Interesting to read. Great work.

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    1. Thank you so much for appreciating 🙂

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  5. Riya says:

    You write so well! The words you’ve used really help imagine the whole thing. Great job

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  6. N says:

    I could picture the whole thing and every detail so vivdly like I was there while it all happened and I could feel it all. Beautifully written.

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    1. Thank you so much 🙂

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  7. evsaattvika says:

    you write so well…that’s so interesting 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much 🙂

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      1. evsaattvika says:

        can you please advice me by checking out my my post

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      2. Surely . I’ll do that in some time

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  8. Kim Kabar says:

    Goosebumps. Wow! I so wish i could take a picture of them for you. Oh, what powerfully descriptive prose! I was there with you!!! You are beyond talented. Thank you for such amazing reads!!

    I’d comment on every one of your gripping posts but I wary of giving off stalker vibe. Lol.


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    1. Thank you so much for giving it a read and appreciating it, glad that you found it worth your time. It really motivates me to write more and more. Haha, I would love your feedback on as many posts of mine as you wish to read. Thanks again.
      Much regards

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