LOOK THROUGH MY EYES: PART-1
Prologue
(Date::17 August 2012, Friday)
A young girl was sitting alone on one of the wooden benches placed in the front lawn of a large premises. But she was not all alone by herself as there were other people too. Some were strolling leisurely on the footpath while others were rejuvenating themselves within the natural environment around them. It was afternoon and the sun was glowing brightly at the top of the clear blue sky. A middle age woman approached near and then sat beside her.
“How are you doing, girl?” said the woman in her low sleek voice.
The girl turned around to look at her. She greeted the lady and then responded to her gently “Well and good”. After saying that she again started to look in the same direction at which she was looking before.
“What are you looking at?” enquired the lady.
“The barn swallow.”
“Where? I cannot see it!”
“At the top of that beech tree” after saying that she pointed towards a branch hanging out from that tree. There that small creature was sitting ideally, clasping the branch with its small claws and flapping its wings meticulously in the air.
“I wish I could fly like her freely up above the sky leaving behind all the worries and pains on the ground” the young girl spoke to the woman at once. The lady glanced at her and then receded back to look at the iron gates that were guarding the entrance.
“You can never be at peace even up there” said the woman. The girl who was observing the bird till now, diverted her attention to see the lady’s broad square face. She continued “It’s true that above there you will get rid of all those secondary problems in your life but not with the primary one, that’s your mind, my girl. If you want to get rid of the problems then first get rid of the problems residing within yours and you will see all other problems will get resolved automatically!” with that the lady turned her head towards the young girl and then smiled back at her.
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Chapter 1: Unexpected
Sound of the rain was breaking the silence of the cloudy night in Hallstatt, Austria. It was falling over all the dwellings, lonesome streets and on gray trees with their profusely branched boughs. Sometimes getting swayed away by the cold breeze to distant places. In the midst of this dark and chilly night, a woman was waiting alone at the bus stop. Probably in her 20s, comforting herself with a woolen chestnut trench coat, woven ivory scarf and knee high boots. Her long blonde hairs blowing over her rosy cheeks made her look even more prettier. She was glancing at each and every vehicle passing by her sight. At times illuminating her blue vibrant eyes like a crystal, from their headlights. But now she was no longer looking at them, her eyes were fixed on the deserted land in front of the bus stop. It was completely dark there. Beyond that darkness, at some distance was the town. One could easily perceive the blazing lights emerging out from the faraway town, symbolizing the amazonite stone(known as the “hope” stone)in that murky darkness. Although, the light from the bus stop was brightening up the deserted place to some extent. Suddenly she felt a shiver down her spine as her eyes met with someone in that sinister looking barren land. She saw a tall man standing under the heavy rainfall. High collar jacket and his long curly black hairs were hiding his beige color face. She sensed his piercing gaze on her which was penetrating deep inside and attempting to unlock the hidden truths of her mind. It was the same man she was observing for quiet some few days. Meanwhile, a car passed by the lane speedily, splashing away the rain water from the sides of the road. As soon as she returned her gaze to that tree, the man was not there. Her terrified eyes searched for him all around that misty dreadful place but failed to ascertain him. It seemed to be like that he had been engulfed by the darkness in the middle of the dead of night. She closed her tender eyes to calm herself.
The rain was still pouring heavily. Thudding sound of the rain falling on the rooftop of the bus stop was getting echoed in her ears. Her timid hands were trembling on her lap and her heart was racing so fast. A gentle cold breeze stroke on her face directly and then made its way through the volume of her hair, waving it softly. Suddenly, she heard something from her behind, heavy footsteps approaching briskly towards her direction. Before she could turn around , someone hit her hard on her head. She screamed in pain and agony . Soon the blood started flowing over her porcelain face and began to drip down her chin. Her eyes with that thick red blood pouring on her eyelashes made them appeared as of a demon’s eyes. The entire coat drenched with that fluid and become crimson red in color. She lost her balance and fell down on the seat clumsily. The rain water on the floor gradually turned into pale bloody water. Alluring white light coming from the source above her, started to fade in her eyes and then everything went pitch black.
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( 7 January 2005, Friday, 8:21 in the morning)
(soft music was playing)
At one of the corners of a small compact room rested a beautifully carved almond colored upright piano in front of which a 12 years old girl was sitting on a rustic wooden stool and moving her hands softly on its delicate keys, producing a melodious sound which was filling up the entire space of that cozy room. The lemon yellow voile curtains hanging on the left hand side window were dancing on the scales of the music as the wind gust blew near them. There were not many things in the room. A small wooden shelf had been kept beside that piano containing some bed time story books and English literature, a large silver arched frame mirror hanging on the side of the shelf, a Danish teak cupboard just on the opposite side of the window and an empty olive green hue wall which was glowing brightly in the sunlight. A woman wearing checkered dress with a white apron entered the room quietly and stood next to her. She was a middle aged lady, nearly 50, healthy and stout, and with a very pleasing cheerful face. One could never guess her age by judging her appearance. She listened the song silently for sometime and then spoke to her calmly, ‘‘What are you playing, dear?’’
‘‘Silent Night’’ exclaimed the little girl. The satin peach colored ribbons on her Dutch braid were swinging delightfully in air as she was playing the notes.
‘‘We have a very good news for you, Raya!” exclaimed the woman.
She stopped playing the piano and looked straight away at her. The woman got startled by her warmth gaze. Her gentle and pure eyes trapped the woman’s mind in their sanctity. She regained her conscience and then took a deep breath and said to her instantly
‘‘There is an old woman out there who wants to adopt you, Raya. She is really very sweet and kindhearted. We should go now to meet her as she is eagerly waiting for you .’’
Raya didn’t react but stared at her in complete bewilderment. However, her happiness was clearly shown on her face. Her cheeks were blushing and her eyes were glistering. The lady stepped forward to hold her hand and soon they were out of that room, making their way through the hallway to the anteroom. Several paintings and artworks by the children adorned the wall of the hallway on one side while on another side there was a huge central garden with lust emerald green grasses ,boxwood hedges, blooming dazzlingly small yellow flowers of edelweiss in a cluster encircled by its star shaped wooly white leaves and an European beech tree on the corner, providing shelter to the small children playing underneath. From her site she could see clearly the front wall of the anteroom on which was written ‘‘SOS Children’s Village, Imst, Austria’’ in German . Her heart beat gradually increased as they entered the room and walked in the direction of solid built old wooden chairs, residing at one of the tall walls of that room. There she was, sitting on one of the chairs in the farthest end. As soon as they reached the corner, the old woman stood up hastily to greet the lady and then looked at Raya cheerfully. Her silver locks were looking stunning on her charming round face. Although she was sixty three but her way of enjoying the life was not mere less than a teenager. The old woman come closer to her and then hugged her tightly within her arms. Raya immediately sensed the feeling of deep affection and love, kindliness and vibrant energy reposing inside her. Tears shed from her eyes out of the overwhelming experience of profound contentment and blissfulness. The old woman wiped away her tears with her fingers gently and then kissed on her mushy cheeks.
‘‘Dear Raya, you will always be my beloved daughter’’ said the old woman politely. Raya smiled at her heartily and thereafter whispered quietly with her soft voice ‘‘My Oma(grandmother in German)’’.
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