pavitra

The evening sky was no less than poetry.The crimson hue of the land above brought a calm joy to one's face,especially that of Pavitra's,standing on the third-storey balcony.Peace could'nt have found a better time to descend,solitude knew no bounds.Pavitra smiled back at the sparrows walking on the pavements of the sky.The picture on the far left of the balcony reminded Pavitra of the generosity of the nature,the lush green trees foregrounded the colleges of the University.Her friend next door waved at her only to get back a stolid countenance.Pavitra was too drowned in the horizon,dancing sparrows,the lush greens on her left.The coffee was getting cold,Pavitra scribbled on her notepad,documenting the visible surroundings and its invisible beauty."The Invisible" captivated her thought.What could lie beyond the crimson sky,behind the greens,wre the sparrows really content at the freedom they displayed?

Pavitra concluded writing and smiled at the coffee ,lying ignored.She noticed her Father walking towards the building.Pavitra put down the notepad and jumped from the balcony,releiving herself from the visible.Her Father cried in shock,at the disbelief of having just witnessed the tragic turn the Flower he had nurtured had taken,the nieghbours found it beyond comprehension."Such a good girl she was!",said Mr.Murthy,sobbing.Pavitra had enterd"the invisible",she could dance with the sparrows,look beyond the greens,she was happy.

Her Father opened the notepad:

I have seen what is all to be seen
witnessed the altercations within a being,
I need to look beyond,watch what has not been
seek what is not sought,Father,i have lived like a queen
I shall continue to live,metaphysics is what I mean...