The Door
THE DOOR
The ancient oak door loomed above
me, a colossal sentinel of the past. My hand reached out to grasp the rusted
handle, and as I swung it open, a welcoming blast of warm air enveloped me.
Beyond the door, a breathtaking, evergreen meadow unfolded, bursting with an
explosion of colors. A symphony of flowers adorned the landscape, their petals
swaying gracefully in harmony with the gentle breeze.
In the heart of this enchanting
landscape stood a cherry blossom tree, but it wasn't just any cherry blossom
tree; it radiated a mesmerizing golden aura, gleaming like the most exquisite
jewelry worn by a newlywed bride on a sun-drenched day.
As I stepped through the door, I
couldn't help but glance back at it. It was a door straight out of Renaissance
Italy, adorned with intricate carvings depicting a tapestry of activities and
ornate letters. The rich, coffee-brown wood gleamed brilliantly when bathed in
sunlight, standing proudly in the midst of the meadow, a solitary work of art.
Turning my gaze back to the
resplendent tree, I was met by the intense gaze of a bird, its feathers a deep,
vibrant blue, creating a striking contrast with the tree's golden splendor.
Walking along the meandering grassy
path felt otherworldly, as if I had entered a realm born from the fabric of
dreams. The atmosphere was warm, tranquil, and bathed in a perpetual sunny
embrace, offering an escape from the trappings of material wealth and
possessions.
A distant, haunting sound
reverberated, drawing me closer. I turned to follow the sound's source, and
there she was—'My Grandmother,' my dearest friend—gazing at me with eyes filled
with boundless love and tenderness. Overcome with emotion, I rushed toward her,
yearning for her comforting embrace. Her smile mirrored the one I remembered
from days of yore, before she had been called to her celestial reward by the
holy angels.
We spent what felt like hours in
conversation, yet it passed like mere fleeting moments. Suddenly, a deafening
ring, reminiscent of a colossal bell, echoed through the air. The vibrant world
around me began to blur and fade, slipping through my grasp like a wisp of
smoke. I awakened once more, alone in my bed, gazing up at the ceiling, longing
for that wondrous place I had briefly inhabited. Once again, the stark reality
of solitude enveloped me, and I couldn't help but feel utterly lost...
Written by:- Muskan Nim
Date:- 21/09/2023
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