(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)
Swamps are the nurturing mothers to beautiful lotuses, magnificent irises and breathtaking lilies. These gorgeous flowers do not blossom despite the swamp. They blossom precisely because of the swamp. Neither Ash nor Venky were in the know of this fact. They were neither botanists nor biologists. Well, one need not be a botanist to be immersed in and admire the striking beauty of a seemingly miraculous expanse of blue irises. One such swamp was their rendezvous. It would be inappropriate to term it a rendezvous since they weren’t surreptitiously meeting. If for Venky, she was his heartbeat, for Ash he was a genuine sounding board. Sense a dichotomy here? Well he didn’t. That in the end turned out to be Venky’s Waterloo.
He did not merely see her reflection in the muddy waters of the swamp. He perceived a beautiful future. He sensed hope.
She, opted for reality.
(Word Count: 150)
Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #25 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.