The weathermen had predicted heavy rains and a sudden pause to the warm weather spell we all had been enjoying. Little did I know that this would spillover to my current state of being. A dreamy, warm spell of wonderous days got suddenly wiped out by the heavy downpour that took us by surprise tonight.
The flame of reverie that was glowing around me with warmth, flickered and it flickered hard. I'm trying my best to preserve it with my very own hands but all that is happening is that the wild flame is burning my fingers.
The harsh shower brought back the biting cold. It sent a chill down my spine and with each step that I took to walk towards my car, it drenched me with a ferocity which was unknown to me.
As I sat in my car, all wet, waves of uncontrollable shiver shook me. It felt as if it wanted to punish me for defying the norm and stepping out when it rained; it wanted to punish me for defying the fear of loosing when we haven't lost yet; it wanted to punish me for trying against all odds; it wanted to punish me for hoping against the hope; it wanted to punish me for continuing to wait when all doors might have actually closed; it also wanted to punish me for taking up a stance which is atypical of me.
Many minutes had passed when I realized that the downpower had stopped but the flame was still flickering. I fear that the mist has settled in and my flame is crackling. Before blowing out, the flame burns brightest. I don't ask for a brightly lit flash but a warm, and endearing light that would shine through a star less, dark night.
This one's for you One Above - stop flickering my flame coz I have nothing else to keep me warm, starry and hopeful...
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