Feuillemort

via Daily Prompt: Portion

 

I was trudging down the thoroughfare observant and scrutinizing my proximal milieu. It was early black, as the fulgid luminous took refuge behind the horizon of alpine treeline and statuesque buildings. The chroniker in my mind ticked to cinque in the eventide. I was lagging behind by an hour to reach at my workplace. As I passed the zafre and verditer tinted establishments, my guise barely passed muster in the eyes of the onlookers at my company.

As I quaffed down the jamocha from the styrofoam cannikin, I paused to look at the proletariat and common citizens around me.

A young adolescent, juvenile passed by on the other side of the road. Toting the hopes and expectations, turbulent soul and romantic heart caught in a crossfire between a flight of fancy and realism. “Indigo“, I sighed.

A few footsteps later, I happened to catch a glimpse of a gray man, wrinkled and aged. Seated, reading a gazette, he was placid and blue which was fading and slowly subsiding to gray with each passing second. An extinct raging storm. “Gray“, I contemplated on how colors incorporated into our lives.

I arrived at my destination only to be greeted with familiar faces wearing masks of disapproval as I was escorted to my superior’s office.

“Diganta, your writings haven’t been up to the scratch, we are getting a lot of negative criticism for your articles and according to many here in our organisation, you do not possess the abilities required to become a good writer. I’m sorry but we have arrived at this unanimous decision that you are relieved from the duty of content writer here at The Daily”

I had expected this coming sooner and later. And here I was without a job, walking down towards my rusty condo. Saffron, like the pastel of the empyrean when the sol outsets to ebb. I entered my room, dropped my knapsack on the mattress as I took a prolonged shower after which my daily grub of potatoes and rice. I was determined now, I couldn’t wait for the pages of my portion to unfold itself. This was my transition from saffron to achromic.

 

 

The next day the police stormed in the apartment, as the body of a middle aged man identified as Diganta Misra, was found hanging from the plafond. The racks where decorated with accolades from various writing competitions, the floor enveloped with papers and a roughly bound book. His unpublished novel lay among the ruins of his demised dreams and image.

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20 Comments Add yours

  1. bowaleXO says:

    He gave up!! GOOD READ btw

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    1. Yes he did. Thanks a lot! 🙂

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  2. agnuswalters says:

    First and foremost, thank you for describing the most common cause of death among youngsters in today’s ferocious world. Nextly, this blog is nothing short of sans pareil and same goes for its adroit author Diganta. I speak of you in third person because this isn’t just a message for you but for everybody. Everyone is vital and I don’t know about others but in my life, everyone I associate with, plays a pivotal role in moulding my personality and for that I’m immensely thankful. I value you.
    The bottomline is, please do not die. Don’t succumb to your demons. I am aware that this is purely a work of fiction but I’ve always believed that thoughts are powerful and I feel that its my duty to let people know that they are valued not just for their work, not just for their company but for their entire being.
    I love the work on this blog including the haikus, poems, scribbles, ottawa rimas and what not and if it ceases to exist, I’ll surely be a victim of withdrawals and several uglier things.
    Keep the literature alive! Loved the post and the complete imagery. The narration gave me the feels so excuse me for getting a little carried away by the intense emotion that’s so deeply rooted in your post.

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    1. Varnika Jain (A Muse Inked) says:

      You are a wonderful person!

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      1. agnuswalters says:

        Also, I don’t think you would have appreciated this if you didn’t have a golden heart yourself 😊

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      2. Varnika Jain (A Muse Inked) says:

        🙂

        Like

    2. Thank you so much. I’m in tears now ( of happiness though). Indeed everyone has their own importance, as such you hold a special place in my journey, as a constant motivator and a sibling. I can’t value you less. My message for everyone via this post is as same as you pointed it out, summarizing to the phrase which says to never give up, to follow your dreams and to pick yourselves up no matter how many times you get knocked down, because life is worth it. You are worth it.
      I really hope that stay around to support me always as you have, as with every passing second you give me million reasons to upheld and treasure our friendship. Thanks again. Much Love 🙂

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      1. agnuswalters says:

        Like the famous title song from the Friends show says, “I’ll be there for you!”

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      2. To infinity and beyond

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  3. N says:

    A very beautifully written post about a writer who in other’s opinion couldn’t write well, by the same writer. Such a Paradox. Brilliant post!

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    1. Thank you so much! 🙂

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  4. This is so very beautiful

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    1. Thank you so much! 🙂

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  5. melanydeniz says:

    Haunting yet beautiful. You are a master painter with words and a wonderful storyteller.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much! 🙂

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      1. melanydeniz says:

        You’re very welcome!

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    1. Thank you so much! 🙂

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