
‘Life is a chocolate’ won GOLD BATOM in 53rd edition of Blog-a-Ton.
The chilly wind blew up the dead leaves in the air piercing the numb silence of the graveyard. The damp close air with reduced visibility reminded her of the world she lived years ago. A bowlful of memories locked up in the torn piece of her heart belonged the person living in the gravestone. She went down on her knees, placed a Swiss dark chocolate on that gravestone, pressed her lips on the name “Varun” engraved on it. Tear drops filled up the space between her lips and the gravestone. And the clouds too poured down their grief to mark the end of a beautiful story.
The thousandth ray of morning sun fell on his face. He twisted, turned, and tossed up on the three-years-old hostel-bed. The fresh aroma of the tea activated his brain that ordered to him to open his eyes to greet the day. He saw a card and a plastic cup of tea kept on the table. He extended his arms, took the card in one hand, opened with a smile, as ordered on the card. It read…
Let’s the fun begin with tea,
Get up from the bed,
Freshen up Mr. Red,
Wear the sexy red shirt,
Come to our heaven Mr. Flirt!
Yours,
Lady Book.
He threw himself out of the bed, sipped the tea in a minute, rushed to the bathroom and freshened up in less than half-an-hour, ran to the heaven. He saw a card on the library door. It read…
Again and again, feeding
The hunger inside, seeding
The peace of love, wanting
For more from his pen, leading
The world of poetry, dancing
With the host of daffodils, loving
Reading whatever he was blessing!
Yours,
Insane Poem,
The first line itself was enough for him to run to poetry section and grab Wordsworth, still he read till the last word to enjoy the words. A card fell down from the book. It read…
Where we first met.
Come to the place,
Where we first fought.
Come to the place,
Where we first cried.
Come to the place,
Where we first smiled.
Come to the place,
Where we first sat together,
Come to the place,
Where we first ….
Yours,
Idly & Kuruma.
“What’s was that word ending with ‘er’” He said to himself. He turned the card to see a smiley that made him laugh. He kept the card along with other cards in his shirt pocket, ran to the canteen, only to find the ever-smiling sweet-enemy classmate, Aron. Aron showed Varun the card he was dying to read, but Aron did not allow him to read till he paid for his breakfast. It read…
Of your smile, tears (happy and sad), mood (good and bad), status (Facebook & Twitter), the ordinary words that you scribble and yet sounding beautiful when I read, and of course, the Swiss dark chocolate that you love a lot.
Yours,
Swiss Dark Chocolate.
And on the backside of the card, it read… “Meet me at my home now!” On reading the card, he ran to hostel parking lot, then to his bike, to be surprised to see a “Swiss Dark Chocolate” with “I …. …” written on the cover, and kept on the engine. He started the bike, changed the gears and flew to heaven.
In about half-an-hour, Nithya received a call from him on her mobile phone. She said, “Loser. Loser. Loser.” A stranger spoke, “Mam, can you please come to Apollo hospital. Your friend met with a road accident. I’m…”
She fell unconscious.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him covered in white, placed inside coffin. Aron walked towards her and handed over a Swiss Dark Chocolate with “I …. …” written on the cover. Aron said that Varun was admitted in the hospital in “braindead” condition. Doctors operated Varun’s organs to save a small boy who was in need of a heart. She looked at the chocolate, pressed her lips on the cover, and…
The chilly wind blew up the dead leaves in the air piercing the numb silence of the graveyard and made her skin shiver. She went down on her knees, placed a Swiss dark chocolate on that gravestone belonged to her, pressed her lips on the name “Varun” engraved on it. The bowlful of memories flashed before her eyes. Tear drops filled up the space between her lips and the gravestone. She said, “I …”, and her heart stopped beating, but her lips whispered two more unsaid words.
Varun saw her unmoved for more than ten minutes. He came out of the car, running and shouting “Mamma” with a Swiss Dark Chocolate in his hand and a card in the other. It read…
Sarav..I love the way you can turn simple things in to one that moves hearts…
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That's a wonderful take on the prompt! The Swiss Dark Chocolate, their world became dark yet sweet with little Varun. It made me sad though.
I felt the story in front of my eyes. She wanted to play an interesting game in their life but fate played its game. Varun is back, can we have a sequel to this story?
Vidhya
OMG! Your comment made my day Tanaya! Thank you so much for the encouraging words.
I just fixed it. Not sure, how it got messed up. Thanks again for the help 🙂
It made me sad too little one when I penned it. Thanks a lot for your comment 🙂
Why not? I will write a sequel… Thank you so much wifey for the comment 🙂
Wonderful story. Best of luck.
So heartfelt and beautiful…bittersweet like a chocolate.
what a fantastic story , emotional and heart touching
My Blog-A-Ton Entry Raju's Chocolate
Thank you so much for the wishes 🙂
Thank you so much Mam 🙂
Thanks a lot, Cifar 🙂
Wonderful story; as always.
Well narrated
Hey SIS,
Life is truly a chocolate…Dark yet sweet…!!!
Loved this combo of poetry and phrase.. 🙂
Though sad, yet heart warming.
All the very best
~AyushiA
Such a fantastic thought. You're like Tamil director Balachandar ( Iyakkunar Sigaram )…. wonderful
Exactly! I experienced a Movie scene which sums up an entire chapter into a 10 minute motion picture.
You should get into Script writing 😉
Thank you, aativas!
Thanks a lot AAYU 😀
Thank you so much 😀
Hmm I wish I can write stories like him
Thank you so much Pranu 😀