How blue was my sky (250 words)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Sitting by the rocks, his legs half-dipped in icy waters, he stared into the distant horizon. When had he done this before__escaped from life’s madness__and watched the sun paint colours on the sky?
That pleasure was now just a distant memory. Like everything else including the things he once loved and was excited about.
He splashed a stone into the placid waters. The sharp plop sound rang into his ears, triggering an avalanche of memories to break through the battle-scarred rocky landscapes of his mind.
There he was; a young boy, barely twelve, all excited on getting his first bicycle; Dad’s birthday gift…unable to sleep all through the night and then getting up at the crack of dawn, edging past Mama and Shilpi, his spindly legs hitting the mosaic floor softly, and then, edging past the front door, and tiptoeing past the front gates, deftly manoeuvring his sports bike past the small gate and then pedalling past the colony and its sleepy inhabitants.
A jab of wintry chill stabbed into his heart as the haze lifted and the indefinable joy of that first ride through the early morning woods came alive in his mind.
How long was that? Had he ever been so full of joy? Or, were those days of innocence his sole claim to happiness?
As the waters around him turned, first, a flaming red, then purple, and later, a whitish grey, and finally a strange deathly black, he knew the answer__ life’s twisted fate had ensured that.
Written for Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt Challenge at