ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Born : India , 13:35 pm Death : ------------ ------- > yet to be filled.
[November 2010]
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The Daffodil Vinod Sasidharan
A seismic effect in my heart made me to realise something peculiar.A mind blowing fragrance which the wind carried along gave me an effect of having a dozen viagra.I wondered from where it was .I followed the fragrance as if in a sleeping walk like a hypnotised person......
A bright light in the place where the fragrance took me and i was surprised and i went along to my garden near my window in the corner stood a lonely daffodil flower all alone with nobody else along with her.....
The rarest of her kind.An extreme beauty the god created .Her color ,her petals ,her shyness ,her being ,her silence made me her disciple , her fan , something deep inside my heart happened to me at first sight itself��
i donnoo what had happened ......
In short , i happened to be in ....what to say ..something .. i mean ...LOVE ... with this flower in my garden ....
In my dreams , in my paintings , in my breath i happened to see her.She was a gem of my garden .Yes i cared this flower in my garden like a gem .I could
not stay without seeing her.Mornings evenings nights ...i sometimes felt whether i am going mad .. Something different was happening to me . A new mermer between my hearts �.. a new smile on my face �.. a colourful vision in my eyes � I felt lost somewhere in the depths of a sweet ectacy �.
I ran to see her dance in the sunny rain . Her smile , Her shyness made me shy and i peeped to see her through my palms . The rain drops skidding slowly over her petals ���� I told to myself
Oh lord
How did u carve out this marvelous piece of creation ..
I always asked the almighty.
it was dusk . i could feel my heart tremble .my cheeks shiver . The signs of evils .A terrible tornado and a heavy rain. thats all i remember last. Then i get up from the ruins of my house .There was nothing remaining . I did not look for anything but for my daffodil ,ran to the garden but could not find her . My heart started to fade when i saw her leaves scattered here and there but could not find her .A feeling of absolute nothingness in my heart .Like a black hole ��. I fell unconcious ......
well friends i am the author here ,and the things i mentioned above were an extract from the diary of this person in the story as a normal person and
today he is no more .Well after this incident he was admitted to the valleys mental clinic .And during his stay here i could find he must have written the
following in his diary ...well let me open .
dec 24 1991 ---
"Oh my daffodil why did u ever come into my life
,where are u ....i want to be where u r ...."
Well dec 25 1991 --- was the day he expired
. i mean he suicided ..
well on this page the writings were red well
it was written with his blood from his pulse which
he cut open.
It was not properly visible but could
make out what he had writtenwell these are the words on the page of dec 25
1991 of his diary just before his death ....
"Love is divine " "Real love is one which takes your life if u miss the somebody whom u love"
"And so my life too"..............mine tooo.....mine to .. mi ... m..
well may be at this point he breathed last .
well now i am on the dec 26 1991 page . it was empty but it started filling with something .i wondered what it was ..then i realised it was my
tears ..i closed his diary ....
So here i am in the Heaven land graves near ooty.Sitting in front of the grave of my hero of the story and i place a daffodil flower on his grave .
copyright @ vinod sasidharan
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