The mute with a mind...

The mute with a mind!

Chapter-1:
The enigmatic melancholia...

The coldest day of this winter was nearing dusk and all those cars in the city of New York that were usually gleaming fleek in the sunshine were half drowned with the wheels stuck inside cloggy sand bogs.
Beads of water dribbled continuously from the dark clouds , cascading slowly on the misty ice cold windows.Ruby red leaves swaying gently from tall sugar maple trees due to fall and a few of them ripping off the feeble doddering branches...
The redwood valley which was emerald green a few days back turned crimson red due to the incessant plummeting of leaves from the palm trees . The blood red leaves hid the whole valley leaving not a speckle uncovered .Many such ramifications cluttered the village of Greigsville serving as an evidence to yestreen's storm . This valley had always been a deserted place with no one to footprint it , except a precociously stunning girl Bella Fredrick who was as beautiful as the light of the day , whose fair complexion would triumph over snow , with hair as black as night, with the brightest eyes as blue as the ocean , with blood red lips holding the morning sun within her smile.
This nonpareil beauty , now with a woebegone scruffy appearance , dressed in rags , her hair tied up in a mess , with an ill-lit face showing sombre expression , gently lay on the ground resting her head on an old white oak tree's broken bark , with dewy eyes concealing the tears within , second by second growing more maudlin , by dint of some reminiscent thoughts revolving around haunting old events , etched in her heart since a biennium.Bella was down in the doldrums with melancholic air surrounding her. The fatigued lady lifted herself up arduously and lay down on the sand wetted by the waves of Rousse's beach , fixing her eyes on the drifting oak leaves along the tides , dolefully lamenting a dirge with her voice , as sweet as honey , mellifluosly ,
"....those good old days...
....will never come back..."
She closed her swollen eyes overwhelming with tears , simultaneously singing that evocative song and took a trip down the memory lane to those good, old days described previously by her nostalgic dirge.

Chapter-2:

Enshrouded by cloak of secrecy...

Suddenly,she ceased singing.Bella then suddenly started to rummage her pocket hastily,seeking for something indispensable.She probed through,as if she had forgotten that she had a sac filled with diamonds and rubies in the pocket.And,finally clasped a petite wooden chest,that fitted in her palm.In it was engraved, "To Fred's treasure..."The dainty chest was reticent,concealing its content by a padlocked hasp.
Years before,was Bella given this box by her 'Pops'.She always had a twitching feeling to open the chest box.But, she was dubious and hesitated to do so,as she always abided by her Pops' words.
Pops, in his letter from Switzerland wrote,
"Hold this coffer very dear and open it only when you are heartbroken by hardships in life and when you feel you can't persist more..remember, ONLY when you can't persist...And I'm free from doubt that my lil' buttercup will never ever feel such a thing in life.And this, I make my last wish. "

Bella,who loved her father more than herself, always abided by his words and had been dutiful to him,till this day.She always took his words as gospel.Fredrick,was nothing loath to sacrifice his whole life for his dear daughter.He saw her as an angel who was redirected from heaven to earth, only to make his life beautiful.This might seem like an emotional exaggeration,exhibited by almost all fathers.But,Bella was in actual fact,a precocious girl of incalculable value.She was an exceptionally affectionate daughter who succored Fred from all the arduous struggles he underwent and weeded out all the dolour from his heart.Unlike conventional happenings,here,the daughter was the one who mentored the father.Fredrick knew how to succeed,but he never minded to learn how to get back up,when met with failure. He knew how to be happy when he had everything, but not when he had nowt.Bella taught him how to react to life in the same manner,when it served as a bed of roses as well as when it threw him crudely into a bed of thorns.

She taught him how to smile at hardships,how to laugh at misfortunes,how to befriend failures and how to embrace downfalls.She taught him everything.But..............
only in a MUTED TONE!!!


Chapter-3

The hole-less flute...

Once,upon a triple of decades,a well accomplished and handsome man Fredrick Aaric and a beautiful,gentlewoman Amanda Robinson,who was one among those girls who believed,marriage would bring their jejune lives,a heavenly bliss , exchanged their nuptial vows.


To be continued...Keep checking this ,for more exciting surprises and suspenses...