She bleeds the odes they began together,
But least anyone knew it would be hers forever.
•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
Tushant Uday, a psychology student lives a complacent life he wished with his high-school sister Ki...
He jerked back his head and kept observing the pour.
"Mahodhya, will the little sparrows meet?"
His wary eyes fleeted over the maze he was becoming. But gallons of silence curbed his senses.
"Mahodhya, don't be silent. Hasn't the Kaal forgiven me? Or am I being tested again? I have put many lives at stake, and your silence-"
"Hahaha! Don't be a pigeon again. Just watch the waters. Let them answer you."
After some dribbles that had overflown his palms, he could see the dews turning golden on, hitting him.
"Mahodhya? Are they turning golden?"
He creased his lids to clear his sight.
"Seek the truth."
His twinkling eyes glossed with wonder as they cherished the sight.
"From now, it is you who will have to command the Kaal. Aren't you the master of every heart, the Hridayaatmak?"
The golden dews penetrated his skin, pigmenting every vessel it traveled to. The kamandala flowed out the golden water crystals, making him silently scream his gratitude.
"Is it all for real?"
"For the endless nights of solitude and determination, rejoice, dear."
Hearing his words, he felt his heart. His brows knitted together as a little burn uneased him momentarily. Eventually, a little ruggedness glorified up on his golden skin pacified him.
"A little scar of remembrance? Haahaa!"
"I'm honored to carry it." He knelt on his knees with his head hung low.
"Rise! Rise as the falcon. Let every shore attain the peace of love."
He embraced him as the golden glow smuggled the greys around them. A radiant hue of gold shimmered everywhere around them. The glare of beams let some dribbles of golden tears flow down his jaws. He closed his eyes for a moment.
"Aatman!"
He clasped his lids as tight as he could. He could see a silvery silhouette of a child walking in wobbly steps toward him. He couldn't hold back anymore. He ran to them and embraced them all. Cradling them in his arms soothed his pain.
"Welk-um the-emh too, Aath-mun!" The little boy turned his little head behind them.
As he tried to see through the darkness meddling with his visions, he could see another pair of wobbly legs walking beside him, holding his hands. Following them, many children were slowly being birthed with silvery lines defining their forms.
"I'm sorry for everything. I don't know how I would make it all better!"
"Aww, no cries." The little girl wiped his golden drips.
"You are-en't wee-ak! You dou-n't neeh-ed this."
The little girl took the palms of the boy and placed their fingers over the crescent-crumpled scar. To his amazement, with every tender touch, he could feel a tinge of burn, but the browns vanished for his golden skin to melt into the hollow.
"We are getting parents! We are seeing the world."
The children laughed and scooted in merriment.
"Wish us your luck, God fah-ther!"
His heart knew no bounds to hold the moment in its chambers. He embraced them all when a fresh scent of milk and roses made him breathe the beauty of peace. As the smell soothed him, his eyes opened with virtuous tears clear as pure drops of rain.
"Now I shall write everyone's fate." He held his fists on his chest as he knelt.
The wrinkled golden fingers drew a circle on his forehead as his lips uttered, "May all your words bloom as amaranthine dawns! May the odes of the hearts be cherished in every world. May you be the knight of every heart."
It was his beginning. The beginning of his amaranthine odes.
⚪️~THE END~⚪️
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
With this, their destined journey has begun. Hence the end of this tale. I will put an author's note and now let me count my happy tears on finishing my first dearie book.
