Friday, November 30

Silent fights


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                            Akshara closed her eyes before taking a deep breath in . The tantalising freshness of the early morning air revived her senses . She , with utmost dedication , continued with her Pranayama even though the chilling arms of the breeze was bruising her delicate skin . 


                         Opening her eyes , she gazed at the supple stretch of green land which lay ahead of her . It has been a month now since she has been following this routine . Never a moment did she find it a tad bit monotonous . The atmosphere was amazingly silent ; not a pitch higher could be heard anywhere . Yet, in that solitude she found herself conversing with her inner self the most . She was feeling better ,which was something she hasnt felt for a long time now . Yes , Silence is a great healer . 


                     " Now you may retreat back to your room and take a bath . Breakfast will be ready in half an hour . Will meet you all downstairs . After which you would join for your physical rehabilitation session with Dr . Ankita . " The Yoga instructor conveyed in his usual mellow tone. 


                     Akshara pulled herself up with much difficulty . The Yoga instructor walked to her . 


                   " How are you doing Akshara ? I see that there has a major improvement on your health over the past one month . I am happy to see that that you have been able to get accustomed to the process of  treatment we uphold . Many wither out in a day or two .  "


                  " There is little for me to take credit of Sir . It has been one month and i am yet to digest the amount of  peace and refreshment that a serene place like this offer . More than the rehabilitation process , the yoga sessions, the hours of solitude and the silent whispers i share with  nature is working to lift me up for the better . I couldnt be any more grateful to Dr . vishal for referring me to this centre . "


                 " Good to hear that dear . Relax for a bit now . We will start the next session after breakfast ". 


                  Akshara strolled back slowly to her room . As usual , her fingers grazed the flowers that stood garnering the window sills on the corridor . She leaned forward to kiss a rose bud which was starting to blossom . This was her most favourite place of the whole institution . There is something lively about the way the flower blooms . She harked back those days when she , along with her father, would  go on teasing her Ma for toiling for hours in their garden. 


               She would utter seemingly confused , " Ma, arent flowers lifeless ? Why bother taking care of them when you could cook me one of those sweet dishes of your's ?. I am hungry ! ". To which her mother would reply patiently , " Nature heals the best Aksha . I wont blame you for speaking nonsensical . The fault lies in the virtual world the present generation sinks in " . Her father would sprinkle more oil into the flame with his usual remark , " Aksha , it seems that your Ma loves you a tad bit lesser than those Orchids " . She would put up a scorn while her father pretended to suppress his bout of chuckle . 


                How their silly fights would go on and on . 


               Now , ten years down the lane , she herself was the mother of a one year old . A single mother .


              Somehow the bitter memories of the past year came flooding just at the thought of her family . That unfortunate day she lost her husband on their journey to Manu's wedding , the shattering moment she woke up from her deep slumber to realise that her life has changed for the worst , the struggles of her mind to adjust to the truth that she couldnot feel her baby's skin against her fingers , the nights she lay crying in muffled screams when the memories of her husband, once the best part of her life now transformed into nightmares . 


                 The past one month felt like a fresh life to her . She was slowly gaining back the sense of her fingers, though the rehabilitation sessions were tough  . Her hand would ache, like a million pins were being drilled through her skin . Yet she found color and joy here .  More than that she was learning to come to terms with the fact that her Kiran is never ever going to wake her up with a kiss every morning . 


                 Fumbling with the door knob for a while , she walked into her room . She looked with longiness at the beautiful face smiling at her from the photograph .  Amidst all these , there was one thing that kept her going , pushing her forward fighting all hurdles and heartaches .


                Her baby . For her , she needs to be back , she knew . 



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This post is a part of  Write Over The Weekend  initiative by  Blogadda . The topic for this weekend is  ' Silence Is A Great Healer ' . 





12 comments:

  1. Interesting perspective to silent fights..

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  2. Thanks for dropping by :) hope you liked it . .

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  3. Lovely !! Maliny you really took the virtue of silence to a new level. Cute story, I loved the way it mould out :) Thanks, keep writing. Take care!

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  4. Thanks a lot Tanya ! touched by your comment . Loved your take on the topic too . . drop by more :)

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  5. OMG that's awesome movement...
    i liked the way you dragged the characters throughout, it was like reading a novel.
    good choice of words....
    WELCOME BACK :D

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  6. hey thanks deepak ! nice to see you back too :)

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  7. Maliny.. that was something.. very emotional.. in silent ways.. that is just great writing..

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  8. @ vasu thanks a lot for those nice words :)

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  9. @ deepak sir happy have you visiting my blog . . thank you for those nice words :)

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  10. Hi, Maliny Nice blog... and very helpful content in your blog. Good work keep it up.

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