It was a sweet little breeze... warm and soothing.. relaxing anything that it touched... it swept in through the open windows.. and gushed inside…the picture frame smiled as it brushed against the glossy shine, caressing the lovely, happy moments in the picture of good times...the moments frozen .. safely wrapped in the protective layer of glass... who swore to protect its precious one from all the worldly destructive forces... The little breeze teased the precious one... tickling it till it swayed... such a happy sight to hold... They played together.. giggling and shouting.. until they saw the storm fast approaching.. and without a hint it knocked the breeze away where to? no one could see...
The glass and the frame shook with fear holding on to their precious one... they shuddered at the sound of its evil howl... but they stood there...firm and strong... like a true knight.. protecting their princess... willing to give up their lives if needed and thus fanning the sparks of anger of the insane storm... it blew harder... spitting stones of curses at the shining knight of glass... although scratched, hurt and bruised.. but brave and unshaken was he...
The demon in the storm grew stronger and wilder unable to take on the strength or courage....it looked around… for a sign of weakness... somewhere.. anywhere.. and there it saw ...the tiny hook.. holding on to her dear frame.... with her own life clinging over the small iron nail... with a roar of joy, the wind pulled hard at the only point of weakness... shaking it violently... until it gave up with a whimper... as it let go of its dear dear frame...
The demon in the storm grew stronger and wilder unable to take on the strength or courage....it looked around… for a sign of weakness... somewhere.. anywhere.. and there it saw ...the tiny hook.. holding on to her dear frame.... with her own life clinging over the small iron nail... with a roar of joy, the wind pulled hard at the only point of weakness... shaking it violently... until it gave up with a whimper... as it let go of its dear dear frame...
Clink! down came our picture frame with so loud a clatter.. that shook the entire world around it..rains of shattered glass flew around ... hurting the receding storm.. who went away victorious..leaving a gloomy air of silence behind... and there lied the picture... a hurting picture of happiness... overlooking the still frame that lay besides...with the only remains of its protector lying over it.. as a symbol of its last attempt to protect her... ...
Our dear picture of happiness... lay hurt and destroyed... but the spirit of good times lingered around it...... like a living world of hopeful dreams
7 Thought(s):
Hmm!! Sometimes, how much ever you try to avoid the situation, finally we end up in it :-( sad but true.!!!
Loved it :'(
The 'Master' knows the right place for the picture. Even when it falls and gets shattered which is very saddening, He knows it can be gathered and put together and life can be started all over again.
Once again Sig.. a beautiful article..
@Ugri : chill sweety.. remember life is a mixture of good and bad.. so if u face a bad situation.. well then.. you are due to face a good one sometime soon.. >:D<
@Shiny : Well said my dear.. and glad that you liked it :-)
:-) Ebbs and tides need to be there for life to be interesting.
good one...you have put it in a nice way
Thank You Insignia!
very beautiful
Thank You Nur!!
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