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AUTHOR'S Note :-
So this story finally got out ...I was trying to reign it in ... thought will just write the elements and will leave it that ...
Yes it is true , that when I wrote the elements I had some inkling of the accident fiasco ...but I was so hoping that they do not blame Shaurya directly for the accident ...
and I would have left my elements in the abstract ...
However I have been really upset about they making the ML the direct killer of the FL's parents ...
and I have been looking for alternative explanations ...
all I request from My readers is PATIENCE as this story would have multiple layers and will require a little bit of handling ... I will still try to keep it short ...maybe 4 -5 chapters ...
Index
Prologue --- The Five ELEMENTS -- Page 1
Chapter 1--- The Dust Storm ----- Page 16
Chapter 2 ---The Thunder Storm...Page 20
Chapter 3----The Gale page 26
Chapter 4- The Storm Clouds Page 31
Chapter 5- The Hurricane's Eye Page 40
Chapter 6 ----The Storm Warning Page 45
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I have no clue , why I am doing this . why I am writing again , just when last week I promised myself not to fall in that trap any time soon but since Friday evening this has been sitting with me ..
I do not know what it is OS , FF or what the Bl**dy hell ... but it wanted to get out
There is definitely one more part to it ..is it a story yet ..I do not know
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PROLOGUE --- THE FIVE ELEMENTS
Part 1 - Fire
She had a long relationship ...with fire ...
It never went away from her life ...when it was done burning as the funeral pyres of her parents , it had come back as the benign flame in her cooking stove , to be the cold salve to the hot searing' wounds of loss.
It had burned down her house , the only shelter she and her family known all her life and then when it could not scald her by its presence , it had scorched her by its absence on the marriage altar that was never to be...
Of late it had made itself a permanent fixture in her life as becoming the embodiment of the person who had become ...her life ...
in his love that started as superficial, irrational antipathy and had in its course ignited what looked like revenge , then smoldered through embers of deceit and waiting for the winds of a possible permanent loss to turn it into a raging inferno , that would not stop at any hurdle ...it was self consuming and self destructing but it had to burn its course and reach its destination ... she.
And yet ..and just yet ..his love was also the warmth of the bonfire on a cold night ...the one that envelopes you and induces a peaceful slumber in a cocoon insulated from the numbing chill...
She had been charred by his anger and set ablaze by his desire . She had been singed by his betrayal and just when she felt she had been incinerated, her ambition had been kindled and fanned both by his cynicism on one hand veiled corroboration on the other .
He was the fire to burn in her life ...to be the warm glow of a happily ever after ...and when it threatened to get out of hand ,,,she was supposed to be the gentle rain to fall on it ..to contain it ..to prevent it from scorching one and all...
She was supposed to be the gentle rain in his life , even when that dream of happily ever after was brutally crushed, even if she was supposed to be far removed ..in her prayers she would opt only for his happiness and his peace ...to contain his fires within ...
She had seen the smoldering fire of love in his eyes , when against all odds , he had still found her and embraced her in his arms , never to let go ..
She had seen that fire of anger burning ..in his heart , when he had questioned her refusal to be with him
She had sensed his passion burning through him as he had insisted in following her in his car ...
She had sensed her own dread to hear him being cursed to die a death of excruciating pain ..and he was here now trapped ..in that ball of fire ..which was once the car he drove..
The flames danced in front of her eyes ..deaf to her beseeching them to stop their angry dance...they rose and swirled like the limbs of an enraged monster ready to devour all who came near it
She would have happily jumped in them ..to save him or die with him , but was being shackled by hundred others , stopping her ..
They did not understand , it was him there ..her life ...they were trying to preserve her ,when she was already burning
She again pleaded with the fire ..referencing their long standing relation ship ...but it would not listen ...
It was going up in smoke ----her relationship with fire ...
Part 2"Rain
She was getting away ...again.
Just moments ago she was in his arms , clutching him like a body to it soul. She was happy to see him again ,her embrace was the balm his wounds, both on his heart and body, desired.
Her eyes screamed out her love , her face was a mosaic of expressions that ranged from relief to happiness to pride and then, she had stiffened in his arms and pushed him away .
Her tongue spoke a language alien to her eyes ...it spoke of never being together when the tears in her eyes threatened to tell him the truth .
Her tears ...they fell ...again... like she had in his life - the rain that starts as a silent ,gentle drizzle and then it becomes the pelting thick sheet of water , drilling its way through hardened , scorched earth , softening it at first , quenching it later , hydrating it so that it can become the living organism it is supposed to be , instead of a barren , lifeless stretch.
When she had first touched him through her gentleness, her sweetness had evaporated making no impact on him like moisture on a hot surface .
But then he had craved for that sweetness and he found ways ,noble and ignoble to savor that sweetness, to quench his thirst just by allowing those little drops to fall on him, just a little.
He never planned to get drenched .He was going to walk out of that rain .
He was too strong , to hard to for the gentle rain . It was going to just cool him a little and then it will be gone like the clouds in a clear sky with not a trace of them .
He did not realize when he had outstretched his arms to catch that rain , he did not know when he started getting frustrated , when the rain refused to be contained in his palms.
He did not know , when his complaints of getting drenched became a whimper of agony on losing that cover of rain.
He did not realize, when he started craving for that coolness, when that gentle drizzle stopped being enough, when nothing but a downpour to fill him completely was what he demanded.
He had like a fool let her go , when she was his , asking like a madman for the equilibrium of dry heat. .He had again not fought hard enough when she walked out on him just when the moisture had started seeping in . He had made his way again in that coolness and had ,horrified seen it almost being snatched away for ever from him.
He had made a pact then , to barter anything , to have exclusive right on that reservoir of love . Nothing less would be enough to quench his thirst .
And then it was being denied to him .This time he was ready .He had learned . He was going to fight hard for his right to be standing in that rain.
He had found his way to her . He was going to convince her. He was going to hold his rain again in his palms.
All he had to do was , stretch his arms through this scorching heat and open the door.
His rain was pouring . Outside .
Part 3 - Wind
It danced trough the leaves ..happily prancing along . It liked being gentle the kind they called a breeze, that made flowers sway and lightly ruffle the long tresses of beautiful maidens .
It liked playing with the children running on the grass and carrying the perfume of the beloved to the heart that desired it .
It liked being gentle ,but it could pick speed to strip the trees of the yellowing leaves and carry the snowflakes across the mountain .
It liked being gentle , especially when smell of rain overpowered it..it liked to move slowly then, to create those little swirls of mist , that write their own story on the blank canvas of sky .
It liked the company of rain, it desired it to be only his , but would it be selfish enough ..yes once a while, when drunk on its own need and its ability to do so ..it will whip a speed strong enough to carry the rain far far way ..to let the rain pour where it would ...coz it would in its arms hold that ability to let rain be the captive ...
It could when it needed to, turn itself in a hurricane and with rain as its companion ,wreak havoc should it desire to ...but the wind liked being gentle.
It would because it could, once it had reveled in its power over that surreal life giving force , and then its gentleness would come back ...those besieged by the thirst would call it back, and it led rain gently where it was needed the most.
The fire below could burn all it wanted ..It liked playing with fire , when it roared and thrashed its limbs to catch the invisible wind .. ..it would whip the fire stronger ..the fire in its anger would burn even more, increasing its periphery of scorching and scalding and yet could not catch it ...
The angry puff of smoke that the fire would throw ..the wind would discard them wide and sundry and then howl with laughter...
But then would come the rain ..the rain in all its gentleness would start pouring containing the fire and the wind would calm too , the fire would reduce to embers glowing with a rage spent and waiting to be wanting to be extinguished ...
The rain will chide the wind and then start pouring ..harder ... for that was what the fire required.
The wind would smile indulgently at the hard rain -even though it liked being gentle...
Author's note page 9
Part 4 - Earth
She looked up at sky , with a helplessness and a wordless plea like she always had, over the passage of time ..or was it eternity, but these days it refused to meet her .
They say if you go very far ...right to the edge of the canvas ..in the distant horizon , till the end of time , the sky comes down to meet the Earth .
The sadness and fear weighed her down , the sky was breaking its promise , it never kept its word these days .
It was still shrouded behind darkness . Hiding itself behind that blanket of numb feelings ...it refused to meet her eyes
She needed help... she had in her bosom held myriad secrets ...to shield , to protect , to nurture ..
She had let the fire burn , scorch her...but like a mother with a biting toddler in her lap , she had embraced the hurt , to let the fire know ..it had a home ... it was safe , and loved inspite of all its flaws.
She had borne every scar , hidden every burn , smiled through every pain ..to contain the fire ...
so what she had not gone through the pain of giving it birth ..she had long compensated for it ...
She was blamed for the fire these days ..they said she was not strong enough to contain it , to make it fall in line ...
They said she should have just opened up and swallowed the fire , extinguishing it forever ...they were fools they did not understand that would have burned everything
They did not know what strength it took to look beyond those thrashing limbs of rage ...to see the core of fear,and to reach out to it ... to let it continue to scorch it and yet embrace it for its own and others protection..
She kept it all hidden , the molten lava of love , of hatred, of emotions and secrets long past , because if it ever erupted, it will scatter nothing but ashes ...charring everything around it , sniffing out life itself ...
The fire was no match for the volcano hidden deep inside her ...she was going to safeguard them all ..maintain the shell of calmness ...so that the world could go on
She looked up at the sky again ...it again refused to meet her eye ...but she could smell it...yes she could smell it ...
The rain was on its way .
Part -5 Sky
They all said it was accomplished ... destined to be positioned over everybody else ...
To tower above them all ..to be spread all over ...its expanse wide ..its reach unlimited and yet be unreachable ..no minion could ever touch it ...
They did not know the truth ...
The truth was ..It was cursed ...cursed to be separated for ever, from those it loved ... to never be able to reach out and touch ...
Once it had tried ..it had tried to come down to share its love ..its accomplishments ..it had bowed down for those it loved ..and then greedy hands had tried to grab it ..to soil it with their materialistic lust ..
It knew it could never go back to that world ... because that was not how it was supposed to be ...the cosmic balance lay in it being away ...
It let them falll...its tears ...
The earth below rejoiced ...the rain was on it way...
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