She stood at the bottom of those steps, hesitant. She had come a far distance.
The mosses that grew on the path, mirrored years of neglect. Yet, she had to walk over those today.
It was the most emotional task she had set out to complete. Seeking out her own blood, her father!
Finally, the world had accepted his brilliant theory, that he had researched so dedicatedly; being so fervent; the same theory they had once called him ‘insane’ for; making him a recluse, hiding in obscurity.
But would he accept the recognition now, thoughtful, she walked up the steps.
Copyright 2014 © Nandini Deka
nicely written
ReplyDeletethank you :-)
DeleteA magical place given due justice in this wonderful story...i hope she finds what she is looking for at the top
ReplyDeletethank you :-) yeah hope so..
DeleteSometimes it takes time to find the brilliant in the insane.
ReplyDeleteyep..you're right :-)
DeleteIt can be quite distressing to be looked upon as insane for what one knows are good grounds! Justice invariably will prevail as in this case. Great lines Nandini!
ReplyDeleteHank
thanks @Hank!
DeleteAaahhh, and we are left wondering... NICE! I enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteIn perfect flash tradition. Great piece.
ReplyDeleteGreat write ~ :)
ReplyDeleteDoubt of the naysayers, neglect of the grass, and now change.
ReplyDeleteNice story. Sometimes confronting family is harder than anything.
ReplyDeleteI hope he welcomes her - if she hasn't been to see him for so long, perhaps she bought into the world's view of her father?
ReplyDeletethanks a lot @everyone :-)
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