Hear n’ There

I like writing down stuff, this is a short story that I wrote some days back. Please comment on this and let me know how you think it is. Would greatly appreciate criticism.

He held the flower gently by the fingers of his left hand as he cut the petals into tiny pieces with his right.He couldn’t remember the last time he was beneath the tree; or even why had he stopped coming altogether to the park, pull a flower and keep tearing it down to small little pieces. There was not a single day, ever since his first day at the university, that he didn’t sit by the giant Banyan tree at the center of the park. He would then pluck a flower from the hundreds of plants which lined the jogging track of the huge park. ‘Good old days’ he said to himself.He was already trapped in the vicious circle, where one dwells in the past to ignore his present and wishes to avoid the future.

He looked at the northwest corner, where there were yellow sunflowers. There were also yellow orchids and blue lillies there. You could find the small white coloured flowers near the fences of the park to the east, whose name he still didn’t know; with the peach coloured roses lying right next to them, he recalled. While in his second year, he had seen Professor Killsman and Proffessor Millen kissing there. Akrit smiled as their aged faces popped up in his mind. He knew everything about this park, well atleast more than anyone ever did. He knew which color could be found where. He didn’t really care which flower it was, “Life is all about the color”- he used to say

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He smiled as he remniscised about his past. He was going to die in minutes, or even seconds. The arsenide that he had with his coffee, would probably kill him any moment. He started laughing hysterically, a laugh that he had never laughed before. He laughed and laughed till his stomach started hurting and tears rolled down his cheeks. He recollected that he hadn’t laughed properly for a long period of time, and he laughed more. A pink rose caught his attention and he stopped laughing. Pink, that was his sunny colour, he used to pick up pink whenever he was happy.The day he first saw Samantha, sitting on the benches not far from the tree he was sitting, he had a red rose in his hand. He kept selecting red till the day he married Samantha.

This park has been his refuge since the day he came here. He found joy,comfort, solace and peace here. It is here that he used to write his poems, his booker-nominated books and here did his homework. He even found Samantha here. That is why he thought it proper that he should live his final moments here. He started laughing hysterically again, only more deliriously. He wondered if dying at a place of choice really mattered, he asked if anything ever mattered at all . Samantha didn’t matter anymore. Sarah, their six year old blue eyed girl with a dimpled smile and a dreamy voice didn’t matter anymore. He was flooded with emotions, with faces and feelings. Of things done and things which he couldn’t undo. He looked at all the colors of the flowers around him. He had picked every single colour that he could find in the park, to give him company to the grave. He fell, as the world seemed to blur. The final moments of his life spent crying, because he knew that some things did matter. Not the place where you die, or the colour you pick- but some things do matter. A gust of wind swept away all the flowers and the colours. It left only a white tulip which was gracing his serene face.

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