After a genuine ingenious post, I am back to copying stuff and then garnishing them “ma way”. 🙂
I’d read this piece at some random place and was reminded of it while thinking about the third short story. I present you my version of the story.
There lived a girl at the hills. She met an accident at the age of 7 and lost her sight.
Sight, however, was not the only thing that she lost. The accident also took away her smile, her happiness… her confidence… and worst, her faith in everything… everyone.
She now preferred to be alone.
She loved the sound of rain as her companion. She used to sit near the window for hours, listening to the sounds of rain, frogs, birds… and trying to separate them. When it was not rainining, she would go to the hills and listen to the birds… and would sometimes… fly with them.
The hills, apparently, don’t just have birds. She met him one fine day… and became close in no time. He seemed to be the only one who seemed to understand her. She was the one who completed him.
The day he proposed her to marry him was the day of heavy rains. But she didn’t have any confidence left in her. Moreover, she realized that she didn’t trust him SO much. She put the condition, even heavier than the rains, “I’ll marry you the day I get my sight back”. She knew that’d never happen again.
Months passed. One cloudy day her brother informed that the doctor says that she might get her sight back, after a tiny-miny cornea transplant operation. The clear sky brought her sight back. She could now separate the water, the frogs, and the birds… with her eyes too.
A few days later he came to meet her and reminded her of the promise… but…. he…. he is blind too.
“Is that the reason he understood me…. could relate to me? I can… no… I cannot live with him. I wanted him to be my support… not to become his sight.”, she thought and… denied. It was not an easy decision, but she had to.
It was tough to differentiate and decide which was heavier, the rain pouring on the roof… or the rain pouring on his cheeks. He stood to leave, but turned around at the gate… looked straight at her… as if he could look deep into her eyes… and said with tear flowing down his eyes, “Take care of yourslef… and…… my eyes!”
Okay! I failed to make this one a Laghu Katha.