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the annual department magazine of DRC, literary Society, Delhi University.
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The Widow
The hollow da
rkness of the
depths of her
inner extrem
e
conjured in a
flash of light
, the
pathos of her
life. Her wish
es of
living with her
dreams, turn
ed
unwholesome
the goblets o
f
her contentm
ent. Nostalg
ia
now gripped
her fissu
now gripped
her fissures ,
guilt
pierced thro
ugh her eyes.
She
had gone dea
f to life, to he
r
surroundings
, which gradu
ally
had appeared
superficial. H
er
thoughts wer
e clouded ,h
er
soul torn asu
nder. Past, wi
th his
cruel ecruel eyes sta
red at her, in
ces-
sant in his mi
sdemeanor. I
ntri-
cately entang
led thoughts.
Memories. N
ostalgia.
It had stayed
and poisone
d her
within. Her b
irth was a cel
ebra-
tion; every e
vening in her
days
beset with th
e most beau
tiful
dawns. Till, th
at noon dawn
ed
upon her. Eve
rything went
as it
was never me
ant to be. No
w,
life meant as
good as me
life meant as
good as mere
ex-
istence.
This was not
a noon but a
night
of still sky, be
reft of all the
stars. She gaz
ed at the bla
ck-
ness that wou
ld surround h
er
one day. It wo
uld smother h
er
self. A road to
destiny, re-
vealed---for
union.
Her husband
was there at
the
end of the ro
ad. He was w
aiting
for her. And,s
he would me
et
him. Amen.
The candle o
n the shelf bu
rned
mildly in her
eyes. It pose
d ele-
gantly,unaffe
cted by the c
harms
of a supercilio
us breeze. A
nd, she
gazed. Now
at the dark v
oid, now
at the subtle
candle light;
light
that was unk
nown, and ye
t too
depictive. De
pictive of the
past,of
days and
days and of l
ight. The can
dle
flame was he
r destiny. She
had to
enter it and f
indher husba
nd was
somewhere th
ere. Trapped
inside
the wax and
emitting his li
ght to
melt it. He w
ould not hav
e left
her otherwise
. Alone. Dying
.Craving. She
pic
.Craving. She
picked the ca
ndle
and crumble
d it. She unle
ashed
all her streng
th, breaking
the
shambles of a
long dorman
cy. He
did not appe
ar. The candle
lay
powdered on
the floor. The
wick
was burning,s
till burning. S
he
loolooked at it a
nd hoped. He
r eyes
were clear; h
er pearl eyes
. Futility
of every effo
rt made her s
tronger
in her missio
n to achieve u
nion.
Union with th
e one with b
lack
orbs and bla
ck hair and a
little
bulbous nose
. A nose that
ttouched her e
verytime he k
issed
her. His nose
. It turned col
d and
red during w
inters. Also,
when he
wept.When he
had cried sn
ug-
gled in her la
p. He had crie
d a
lot. A lot. Rea
lly.
And, why did
they kill him?
Her
beastly kin of
high birth. H
is
blood had gu
shed out in a
tor-
rent with eve
ry stab. She c
ould
imagine it.Sh
e could feel
every
stab so freshl
y painful, all
throughout. T
he phone bel
l had
scscreeched in
her ears. And
the
news had dea
fened her.
Why did they
not let her
go with him?
Perhaps, he
was still melt
ing the wax
in the candle
. He went in
it to hide onl
y to get him-
self trapped.
He would
come back a
nd take her
along. O
along. Or,she
would go on
her own.
She did. She
did go to a
world, a wor
ld so differ-
ent. Where h
e was every-
where.
The night is
clear today
with stars all
thither. She
has found he
r husband
inside the fla
me.They bot
h
burn togethe
r. Vain was
their misery, t
o happen
and be told.
The wido
The widow, w
idowed
by her own!