Her eyes were wet, the moisture of her eyes make them shine like dew drops on a deep water lake… she was sitting near the fire plate for the whole night a diary showing a date of twenty years back was setting in her lap. Days converted into years and years converted into decays, two decays… Everything was changed, except the winter of this place it is same, the chill cold that make your born marrow freeze. She was inept to decide it was a good thing or a bad. She got up from her chair and opened the window. The snowfall of last night stool the colors of garden making her departure gloomier. Her fragile weak body could not stand the chill winds and soon she closed the window. She is not that old she is just in her early 40’s but experience and circumstances of life make her look frail and weak but all these could not steal her beauty she is still same gorgeous but the sparkle of freshness and happiness was gone. Then she reopened the diary and reread the last words again “No, how can I? But his eyes, his loud eyes the words of him, the promises…………… ooh; I don’t have to think any more about it”. She is drowned in the harsh deep lake of her past. But the knocked on the big oak door of room pull her back in present.“Yes”. She replied. A man with broad chest, deep blue eyes, and with more than ordinary features, came inside. He is like her in his early 40’s. He was dressed in simple ordinary clothes but even that his personality was enough to attract attention. His husky deep voice never let your attention got divert. “The train will be at station on 12 noon it is almost nine ma’am”. He stopped for a second may be deciding was there anything left or may be searching for some other words to talk. “Your, your breakfast is ready, and your pony is also fine now”. He continued, at last succeeded. He turned to leave but her voice made his feet gridlocked. “Okay (a small pause) Percy, by the way you can call me Anna now” her lips twisted in a mocked smile and a gilt of surprise touched his eyes. He nodded his head and left taking away all the colors of her eyes came suddenly on speaking his name. Door slammed and she was again all alone in this big room whose wall was covered with big maroon curtains and it contains furniture of late 18’s they all are master piece in their own selves, creating the milieu more cagy same like her life was. It was the house of their forefathers, a big citadel with glory and mysteriousness. The last time she was there when she was in her early 20’s. A normal Britain girl with big aims, heaven touching dreams and vast imaginations. She was girl with all colors had visions of a perfect luxury life with love, freedom and money. With all that when she came there with her parents last time a very new thing was waiting for her a new dimension, a new vision of love, life. Percy was the son of their house keeper. They soon get attached to each other. He made her visit the whole small town “Dover”. He made her love the horses. They ride whole day. Watch sunset. Even on the ball they were the ones dance for too long. She even did not know what attracted her about him. He is not one of his ideal. He is simple. Nothing about him was extraordinary she had seen man’s with more charming personality in London. (It took her 20 long years to understand what was in him made her engrossed). She remembered that day clearly, she with her family leaving for London, taxi was ready she was out then suddenly he grabbed her hand and took her to the back of the yard he had a gift for her a simple quite chain (just like him) made up of pure gold. He presented her the gift and then with such mock gravity he put his heart in words. His words are like sweet echoes ringing in her ears. For some time she could not decide then without any word she shrugged her hand and ran, ran away from him ran away from the feeling he puts in her, ran away from the warmness of his emotions in fact she was running away from happiness, a pure loyal passion of `him…. That night in train she spend whole night awaking his over whelming eyes the warmth of his touch, there was something in them that made her soul on fire. But what about her dreams, her high aims that was not she desired for she wanted something else…. (When aims get higher, senses get a little dump they only work in a way that brings you what u want….)So she never moved back to Dover may be because she had the fear that she may fall for wrong one (or her own created wrong one). Since then she had many men in her life Paul, Mark, Fred the persons which had everything she wanted but not even one of them had the eyes like him… not even Mark whom she admired with all her heart. Percy was a man with all dignity; he got married with a native girl had a happy married life. But bad fortune his wife dead 13 years after their marriage now he lived there with his son. He never tried again for Anna her departure shattered him from inside but he had more courage than her hated. He made up a contented life for him and his family.In last twenty years she got what she aimed for money, wealth peak but not even once she found eyes that loud that sincere that over whelming to put her own fire. After the quest of twenty years at last she got back got back to reality.Now she was there for a long week and again departure time came. She for the first time in life in wished for time turner, to go back to that spring to that green vine garden, to again feel the warmth of his touch But now there is a war between her arrogance and love, between her emotions and proud. Percy didn’t even say a word like he forgot everything. He was a man of dignity and pride she knew him. May be he never forgave her maybe he never would want her back. But she wanted to try to ask himself from him once again but how?P.S : the next part of the story will be soon on writerbabu
