Devil's Paradise: 56: A New Season of Spring!

I wrote this years ago and the show 's story is completely different from what I am posting but the music of hope throbs in all tales, specially love stories. After a dark interlude, there is always the hope of Spring. Saturday and Monday were ugly and should not have happened but then stories need conflict to take a new direction. Probably, the writers thought it was the right way -- to make it dirty before allowing the lotus to bloom. 😊

This week, we are going to see the same old wrapped in a new package. Or, we may get a new tale in the new package. Whatever it will be, there will always be hope of a Spring that will make us watch this show and if the dark interlude continues and it becomes too morbid to watch, we all have our remote to look for the new season of Spring in the television world. 😊

It is a brief story. A story told to you by an alien's heart. Maybe I heard it from someone whose eyes were brimming with tears. It may also happen that your silence confessed. No one will ever come to know, which part of yours or mine passed on this story to me.

It began with a smile, like the sunshine. It was spring, flowers were red and the air was gentle. The touch of the breeze was special. I saw her shaking her head with a mischievous smile and the guy at that street looked dazed. Who asked for the hand? Who handed over the life without hesitation? It was soothing, it was spring, and the heart was beating at a never known pace. Someone knocked and it was time for summer.

It was scorching, she hesitated, and he took it as an omen of distrust. It all began that summer. He was perspiring. It was the first sign of darkness though the monsoon was still a month away. Clouds were clear but her heart was not getting the right tune. The man at that corner sought the same warmth and found a new sign. Who asked for stability? Who did not agree to building? It was lines of worry, the drops were fresh. The new visitor came in flash. It was the rains.

Clouds hovering above were dark and it rained all day long. He took the umbrella out, which was purple and magenta. She saw it as an auspicious sign. The rainbow is just a day away. Someone sneezed, dreams started to dwindle. It was a shaky affair. Who could have done the prophecy? Who did not understand? The heart was not heard anymore. It was rains or the tears; the girl at that corner desperately searched for someone. The days were getting shorter. No one liked the autumn or the clearing sky. It was the winter but who cared now.

The guy on that street walked like a zombie. The girl did not blink her eyes. If November did not like it, December hated the whole thought. By January no one spoke a word. Who called the final shots? Who did not say the divine words? It was a mystery, what went wrong. She missed the whole world, while he wandered in wild. Heart was in pain, eyes were wet, but there was silence. Did you notice? ...Spring just entered your life.

You can see the sunshine and the hope thrives.

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