The Flower on God's bed.

She was the one anyone would remember everytime you spoke of a Sport.

We were a frustrated bunch of seniors, just out of our torturous days, lurking around for a scape. We, the honorary holders of the 'Terrors' in our batch for none had gone out of our territory in one piece, were the ones to be feared afterall.

Dont know why , but the whole gang agreed on one issue; She was a Dear. For, at that point of fear and insecurity, just out of the comforting bosom of family, she faced us with a notable valor. We had not seen a single tear in those twinkling eyes.

While most of the so-called "hard cores" burst out at the meekest thrash from the Fab5, she stood us till we gave up. The first few days would have been bad for her, cause we kept her in our rooms till late in the night; entertainment you see.
She would sing and dance out our favorites, with all the naivete one could think of. Seemed to know our tunes to the last one. After a while , it was more like company than the usual juniors-are-intruders attitude with her. We'd laugh around , and share our midnight mess snack together. Oh yeah.She was a part then. Everytime we'd pass by her in the campus alleys, we'd be greeted with the most energising smile in the whole world.

The year passed by and dividers forgotten. When most of the new bunch would make sure not to see you , The Dreaded, she'd sit in our rooms till dawn chatting vividly of her little dreams. She continued to entertain us with her sudden outbursts of energy. Her moves on the dance floor was that of a nymphet, worth all the admiration we gave her. And at the end of it she'd act like we were all she needed to get going. Oh she was a Dear afterall.

When I moved out of college, I saw her first tear. But we'd sworn to keep eachother near. And so she kept up her promise. She'd called me for everyother occasion, my birthday, the hostel day celebs that we missed, her exam day for good luck. She sure dint forget.

And yesterday, another dear called, announced, between heartful throbs, that the flower had been destroyed. The dream had been thwarted. We could no longer watch her graduate, drink from her first pay check, cry at her wedding, play with her first baby boy. No we couldnt do any of that.

For she didnot live enough to do any of that. Never got a chance to fall in love, a chance to have her first kiss of love, a chance to see what she would have made of herself. I lookup to heaven and wonder why He could be so heartless. Or was he something more. Did he decide to keep his closest children, real close to him.? I dont know the answer. I just trust God and lay back. Thoughts flood of the smell of the flower.

The Flower on God's bed.

-- In Loving memmory of Vidya, our dearest junior,friend, who left us aloof recently. A serious infection in her body cause of the Nov05 Floods in Trichy, didnot spare the poor kid's heart and no amount of medication could save her.

Dear, You are missed.