by Krishna Saki
Delicious!, I thought, looking at her picture with eyes that silently commended her culinary skills. It was tippling with rain outside. I was inside and couldn’t drench in the rain, but the tree, I think, had a good time. I enjoyed munching on the cake, until, I choked heavily while I tried to gulp it down my throat. Had she been alive, she would’ve advised me to look up, that would have subsided the choking. But, I preferred looking at her picture. She was beautiful with barely any makeover or accessories. Only a string of three large beads dangled around her neck. And, it was a good choice for the occasion….. A family of three, estranged, and in the end we string ourselves back!
Stringing the beads was my hobby as a kid. Beads of different colours, shapes and sizes, yet when strung together, they make an ornament. Such semblance with life! Encounters with acquaintances, escapades with friends, vacations with family, days of despondency, days that basked in success, days that sulked in solitude. In the end, they string up together…… christening themselves Life.
I inhaled heavily, one last time, before I slumped on the chair. I still had my eyes fixed on her. She was beautiful.
