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| The writer believes that a beautiful camaraderie makes life a wonderful journey. |
She was lost in her thought,
again. The pouring rain outside the window sang her a song of reminiscence that
made her go down memory lane. This time, the picture was so clear and vivid as
if she had finally given the priceless chance to be a time traveller. She was
smiling with the hope that her mind would choose glorious days as its
destination instead of those grievous moments she once had to endure. The
sudden sound of thunder made her eyes blink and a happy girl with a paint brush
in her hand appeared on her mind. The girl dreamed to be like Leonardo da
Vinci, Pablo Picasso and Michelangelo. This ambitious daydreamer always looked
forward and aimed high. This girl was her.
Painting
was her passion and she could never live without her palettes and painting boards.
Imagination helped her forget her worries and weepy days as she could venture
into a special space of her own creation. Fantasy made her build her desired
world full with merriment and excitement. That was one of the few reasons a
smile was flashed on her face. Deep inside her heart, she knew that the
wonderful images lingering in her mind would not happen in reality and she
would come back to being a quiet girl who kept all the untold feelings no one
could unfold. Still, she never stopped hoping that she would be blessed with a
new day when somebody could find her to listen to her stories of life. All she
needed was empathy and not sympathy for she knew that the latter would just
make her feel worse.
Their
friendship was so strong that it just grew stronger on any day unlike the
decaying leaves and melting snows. They never gave up and lost hope as they
believed in the line, “Together We Stand, Divided We Fall”. Although all of
them came from different backgrounds, they still managed to develop chemistry
and camaraderie just like other close friends. Their great level of maturity
and sensitivity had taught them that everyone was special in His eyes and there
was nothing wrong to do something right. They understood that everything that
happened to her in the past was not her choice but a fate she had to undergo.
As true friends, they kept supporting her to go on with life and to survive the
days with confidence and hope.
She
was surprised by another sound of thunder when her mind brought her back to her
childhood days. She was a 4 year-old little girl who loved to sketch and read
fairy tales. Everything was so perfect and wonderful until this traumatic
tragedy occurred right before her eyes. Her family was a victim of breaking and
entering and the horrible looks of the criminals were her nightmares for many
years. Her mother was brutally hit by one of the three men and her father was
stabbed seven times in the back when he was trying to save his struggling wife.
What about her?
After her parents convinced the robbers that she was away at her grandmother’s
house, they stopped searching for her. Hiding herself in a room, she was too
afraid to scream and all she could do was cover her face with a story book
hoping that everything was just a fantasy. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. She could
feel the wet pages of the book touching her chubby cheeks. She believed she had
dropped an ocean of tears that night. Her heart was palpitating and she could
not stop perspiring in the dark room. After few hours, the men left the home
with valuables and she was there, dragging herself out of the room in
trepidation. She was breathless and helpless. Two dead bodies were lying on the
floor and her eyes could only spot one colour. Red.
Starting from
that day, red was the colour she hated most as it took away her loves. How
ironical. Her heart had never stopped bleeding from the moment she saw blood
flowing like a river during the unforgiving incident. After the day, she lived
with her unmarried aunt whom she called Aunt Rose in a new house. With the help
of her three friends, she continued her life with patience and strength until
she became an artist. Her three classmates however ended up in different
fields. Sarah became a teacher, Siti was a businesswoman and Orkid worked at a
hospital as a nurse.
One
fine morning, there was an exhibition organized specially to publicise the work
of 5 selected artists and she was thankful to have been chosen as one of them.
She put on her best dress for the event and made herself look stunning in her
brand new heels. It was her long time dream to display her paintings in a grand
ceremony and she couldn’t help but feel overexcited about it. However, her
euphoria caused her to get involved in a road accident when she was
accelerating impatiently. Her car hit the divider before it crashed into a
trailer.
Her
life was indeed a tragic tale. She was wondering why she was always denied life
bliss when she was a step closer to it. She was now on her deathbed suffering
from critical brain damage with severe injuries at other parts of the body. Siti
and Sarah were still on their way to the hospital when the rain slowly stopped.
Her eyes blinked just to drop final tears before she uttered her last two
words, “Thank You” to me, Orkid.
The world had
just lost a great artist but we, her three cheerleaders, had never lost her as
she would remain in our heart and mind forever.
Written by,
Muhamad Solahudin bin Ramli
May 16, 2014
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