The Wind-chime

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
What happenes when the most cherished thing of your life becomes a burden on you?

Submitted: September 26, 2010

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His first gift to me was a wind chime.
 
It was an ocean blue chime with lil blue crystal dolphins hanging from strings. I had hung it from my night bulb holder, just next to the window. With the slightest touch of breeze from the window the dolphins would swirl making a faint musical sound. I had passed many nights watching them moving in circles under the soft blue light. There were eleven dolphins in total. They gave my room an oceanic feel. I loved it.
 
If you have ever been in love, you already know how dreamy the world can get. It was same for me. And all those nights I spent talking to him over phone; the chime had played the perfect background scores. The chime, I would say, was the only witness to all our secrets, all our deepest desires, and all our silly nothings. The chime knew everything- all the highs and lows of our relationship.
 
I had a strong feeling that the chime could understand our words. It could even express its feelings. In many occasions it had pulled me out of my dilemmas.
 
Hey are you laughing?
 
He had laughed too when once I hushed him in the middle of his passionate talks. “Shh..the chime is listening” I had said.
“ Who??’ suddenly he was wide awake from his dream.
“ The chime” I repeated.
 
And there was a roar of laughter on the other side of the phone.
“Let her” he said, still laughing. “or is it him??” he had teased me” so…u have another boy friend there to spend the night with, eh??”
 
But it was not funny at all, at least to me. It’s not at all funny to not have privacy in your own room. Yet I could not bring that down. It was his first gift to me.
 
The things took an annoying turn when the chime stopped being friendly.
 
It was for the first time in our whole one and a half year relationship he had cancelled our evening date, that too with out citing any logical reason. Of course he blabbed something but I could make out it was a lie. He was never good at telling lies. But I didn’t question. Yes, I was aware of another girl slowly getting friendly with him. Yet I didn’t ask.
 
That evening as I was sitting alone in my room trying not to think of him I noticed the blue of the chime had slightly faded. It had lost its shine.
 
“May be it’s the sunlight,” I whispered to myself “next time when I go out I would make sure all the window curtains are drawn”.
 
But I was wrong. The sunlight was not the reason, for in spite of my drawing curtains the wind-chime kept getting whiter and whiter.
 
As his call flow declines and our dates got cancelled again and again I got a lot of free time to wonder what the reason could be! I tried dusting, rinsing and even a fresh coat of paint. But nothing seemed to help. The oceanic blue soon got reduced to a dull sky blue one.
 
“Get rid of it. Its no longer beautiful” my friends suggested.
 
But I couldn’t. It was his first gift to me. And he was my first love.
 
If you have ever struggled your way out of your first love, you already know how impossible it could seem.
 
So there I was desperately trying all the home remedies. Waiting for the colors to be back…. waiting for his phone call.
 
I was too young to know the meaning of ‘let go’, too young to understand that sometimes it was wiser not to fight a lost battle, too young to value my self-respect.
So I made myself subject to a rude awakening.
 
It was a stormy night, after a long heat wave, when he finally called me up for the last time. His voice was getting cut by thunderbolt as it struggled its way out of his mouth forming words one after another making a sentence I was dreading to hear.
 
It was one of the darkest nights I had ever seen. The nature was turning furious outside. Strong wind was slashing across my windowpane. The endless sound of rain outside made me think of the doom’s day. The wind-chime was swinging violently making a frantic noise.
 
It seemed that the night would never end.
 
……………………………..
 
Yet, the next day the sunrays woke me up. It was a bright new day outside with out any trace of last night’s catastrophe. Birds were chirping enthusiastically. Flowers were blooming fresh. Bees were in their usual busy self. There was no change in the way of the world. Everything was perfect.
 
Only my wind chime was broken.
 
I spotted it scattering across my floor in pieces. Poor thing could not withstand the storm!
 
As I got down from my bed, collected all the eleven dolphins one by one and threw them into the dustbin, a sense of happiness overwhelmed me. It was as if I had been relieved from an age old burden. As if after a long last I was allowed to see the daylight.
 
I felt like a new born…..
 
It was strange!!


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