ROBBED OFF MY BELOVED

Lightning lit the skies in brilliant streaks. Fog embraced every tree, every square centimeter of the ground. Thunder declared itself as some rock star upon the stage. Sheets of rain revived the grass, resounding and rippling without frontier. Streams once sucked off their nourishing liquids, bustled with aquatic activity. Ripples run freely, sunk in harbingers of joy. The river, slowly but surely created a new liberty, surging over the banks to create a space, carving and forming the new paradise that enveloped Valencia’s graveyard. Rhetoric questions of how? Why? and when? flowed in my entangled mind as warm salty tears rolled down my chubby cheeks.

The wisest monks of Himalayas say that Life is not fair. My late girlfriend, Valencia was everything I had but the monks in their igloos said it all. Her emotions were not easily hidden on her innocent face. Her pain was evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. Truly, her almond shaped eyes revealed her soul. They were a deep pool of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. When I could look into her eyes, I knew that all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing; passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her life. She would not let the world break her. Sure she could cry, but she would never let anything take her true self from her. In real sense she clung to her inner beauty with passion that made her beautiful.

It was on a Saturday evening painted with the sun gradually dipping down the dungeon-like lines of the horizon. My wet eyes stared at the motionless and lifeless body that lay flat on the concrete road. Sincerely, there was no sign of life in her; the heart had stopped functioning. Her ever passionate eyes were then filled with vengeance and hatred, as if they were threatening to haunt down the reckless driver who took her much coveted life from her. The strong stench of the fresh blood seeped into my nose, vividly signaling that the accident had just happened. Thick concentrated blood mixed with the pouring rainwater creating a pit of horrifying picture. By-passers passed without lending a helping hand. The siren of the ambulance whizzed down the road as paramedics alighted. One of them put his perfectly and still hand on Valencia’s pointy nose and he shook his head in dismay. On lookers crowded around the scene while some enquired from the busy paramedics on the situation.

Valencia’s mother dressed sloppily with a not ironed tee with unfixed hair and swollen eyes cried painfully in agony as she kneeled down in front of her daughter. “Please! You…can’t leave…me! Come back please!” She stumbled out with tears as she begged for the return of his beloved daughter whom she lavished so much. Police officers were seen jolting down some notes as they questioned some on-lookers. The victim was placed on a stretcher as robust paramedics with visible and bulging muscles lifted her up onto the ambulance with ease. Once curious crowd then lost interest as the tension subsided as they scattered freely in different directions. The evening passed as the sun completely edged down the horizon; the moon rose up to the pitch dark sky as it shone brightly among the shiny stars.

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