Wednesday, 29 April 2020

Scattered flowers of one morning

Under the wild tree,flowers were scattered and I felt the nature had decorated them with an unique style. The street was silent except the dogs playing their hide seek game. It was morning.
After lock down I was trying to have my normal life again to flourish with bustle. I observed the changed habits of people maintaining social distance. The Covid 19 taught them the truth of death and life. "How will be the life", I thought walking.
"Renu", someone was calling.  I looked back. A young man with mask was coming.  I was in mask also. I smiled myself as he was a strenger to me.
He came and asked, "you did not call back, why?"
"I am not Renu, Mr."
"Sorry, really sorry. I was waiting her  and thought you as Renu. Sorry."
I looked at his eyes and found grief.
"It's okay", I said and moved away.

I found him looking towards the scattered flowers under the wild tree.

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