The decision that changed my life: From Reality to Fiction
The decision that changed my life: From Reality to Fiction
I was a quiet boy from a town in the Himalayas. I was fond of talking a little and writing stories and drawing. I had heard from my father about the girls of a beautiful city situated on the banks of a deep lake on a higher mountain and surrounded by huge pine forests. My friends said a lot about the beautiful girls in that city, with eyes as deep and black as the lake.
My father and friends were dead sure that there was a magical charm in those girls. He had warned me that if I ever go across that lake or the beautiful girls of that city with equally deep and black eyes, then I should avoid looking into those eyes.
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My friends warned me that if I did this, I would be in their trap. And if you do, then you will remain trapped in them forever.
After reaching that city of girls with dark and black eyes, I decided to neither sit on the bank of that lake nor look at them. While living in that city, I enjoyed the snowfall almost every day.
But one day, when I was having tea at a tea stall, I saw a girl whose eyes were as deep and black as the lake in this city. She was sitting there drinking tea. She was very beautiful, but I remembered the words and warnings of my father and friends, and a slight smile appeared on my face.
Suddenly that girl with deep and black eyes asked me, "Have you ever seen a tree laden with red flowers blooming in the mountain forests, which, when seen alone, makes the mountain girls feel scared? In those trees reside the souls of lovers from their previous lives."
I said, "No."
She widened her big, dark black eyes and asked me why I had not seen those snow-covered peaks even after I had been here for so many days. She said those peaks shone like gold and silver in the sunlight. She said there sat a lover anxiously waiting for his beloved, a mountain girl with deep, black eyes like mine.
She expressed surprise that till now I have not sat on any mountain peak and seen how two groups of clouds come together and become one and quickly disappear in the valleys of these endlessly vast mountains.
Today, for the first time, I was looking into the eyes of that very beautiful girl with deep black eyes who was talking to me nonstop.
In the evening, sitting on the bank of the city's lake, the girl said, 'Even if someone spends his entire life sitting on the bank of this lake, looking at it, he will still find that this lake never loses its attraction.'
That day, the girl showed me a temple on that mountain in which thousands of bells were tied. She took me to a place where watching the sunrise was one of the most beautiful sunrises I had ever seen. She also took me to what is said to be the ending point, where all the failed love stories happened on that mountain and the lovers ended their lives. She called it "the suicide point."
To me, it seemed like a monument to failed love stories. I saw trees with red flowers while wandering through the dense forests, and clouds merging into each other. She showed me the peak, which is named after a girl with eyes as deep and dark as that lake in the mountain. She told me her lover was sitting on that peak anxiously waiting for her, and she also showed me the peaks shining like gold and silver in the sunlight.
She told me that the mountains appear rough and hard, but their soul is soft. She told me that these days a monster roams in these valleys who eats the souls of the mountains and hollows them out. She remained silent for a while and then slowly started humming a sad mountain song with her sad heart.
Seeing her sad, I told her my small town stories of happiness. The girl with deep black eyes, who looked like a fairy to me, started smiling again. Pointing to a group of clouds coming from the front, she said, "That's me," and pointing to the other group of clouds, she said, "That's you."
Now we will become one like these clouds merge into each other, and she started looking at me and smiling. I also smiled and said we would get lost in this infinite wasteland of valleys, and then both of us started laughing.
One day, looking at the girl who looked like a fairy to me, I said, “The colors of your feathers are so beautiful, should I make paintings of them?” A slight line of apprehension emerged in the deep and black eyes of that girl, and she said, " No. You will make paintings using colors from my feathers, and one day, when you become a famous painter, you will show them in a public exhibition, maybe someone will purchase them."
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I said, "When you speak, all the folk songs of this mountain come alive in the chime of your voice. I want to write some songs and poems on these."
The deep, black eyes of that girl became even deeper, "No, you can't write songs or poetry on these; this is the trust my ancestors handed over to me. I can't allow you to put them on sale."
I said, "Can I write the story of a boy from a small town situated in the lower Himalayas in the north and a higher mountain girl with deep and black eyes?"
The girl said, "My mom was right, boys like you come from distant places, who create traps, deceive the girls of the mountains with their words, and make them and their beauty a source of fame by making their paintings or writing songs. Then they leave with an incomplete story. You will do the same. Now I can't stay with you anymore. Saying this, the girl with deep, black eyes went away, never to return."
I was never fond of talking more than was required, but I wanted to talk and protest. I wanted to write her story. I stood speechless and kept watching the girl go. Now I have stopped talking to people and decided that after today I will not write anything until the girl agrees to marry me.
I left that city, situated on the banks of a deep lake high in the mountains and surrounded by vast pine forests, and went to the snow-covered mountain peaks, which shine like gold and silver in the sunlight, where the lovers anxiously waited for their beloved, whose eyes are deep and black.
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Such a captivating tale! I'm itching to know more about what happens next. Does she come back? 😃
Bro, I am not the one who faced all this! Ask the one who went through this heartbreaking experience and sitting at the top of the peak close to "Suicidal Point."
Indeed, it was a touching story, and you crafted it beautifully. Since you invited me to this contest, here is my entry. 🙂
https://steemit.com/hive-113376/@waqarahmadshah/the-journey-begins-in-the-mind
Hello dear friend, wow, as always making an excellent entry, you are a great writer, I love every story you bring to the community, especially those of fear and terror hehehe. This story is very nice, full of magic, fantasy and a lot of romance, too bad the ending ended like that.
Surely at some point they can meet again and finally be together hehehehe. I hope you have a nice night and thank you for participating in our dynamic.😁
By the way, the images are beautiful, the colors are amazing, I love them!!
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Thanks, dear doc, thanks for your nice and beautiful words and for encouraging my humble effort. Yes, I love these images because I took them during my New Zealand trip. I am in Australia for a long time right now so it's 1.30 pm here. Have a nice dinner and sweet dreams.
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Thanks TEAM3 and @f2i5, I appreciate your encouragement.
She noticed you were staying there for days/weeks without seeing those peaks...
I thought about mountain sirens but she's the opposite of that.
After you shared this she won't marry you because you broke her trust!
No picture of her?
Thank you for sharing this great story. I'll have a look what the contest is about.
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I know you as a fiction writer can change any story in any direction so why not mountain chicks take a UTurn and lure the small-town boy? I guess she succeeded in her mission and now he is sitting permanently on the peak waiting for that black-eyed girl on the peak of the mountain. No, he did not do anything with the trust, you see he did not paint any picture of that girl or write any poems or songs. Thanks, yes, try it, it's a good contest!
He might sit at that peak and wait but her story was published on the blockchain and you know what they say about the blockchain: everything will be saved forever.
I think he prefers to blame her for his stupid act. Let's see what happens if he leaves and goes back home or elsewhere.
I still try to figure out what is asked but now it's long passed bedtime. .. A dream voming true or?
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I am sorry to say that you are supporting the girl (obviously). There is no place he could go from where he is sitting right now and if anywhere! There is just one place above that peak... 🚀right up there , from where none comes back! A nice end of a love story 😕
I can send someone over to pick you up!
I see from the perspective of the girl, the girl and her mom.
I wrote my story the link might be dead dor an hour or so :(
Took me 15 minutes to write and 5 hours to edit, justify and find pictures :(
https://steemit.com/hive-113376/@wakeupkitty.pal/the-trips-of-a-crazy-mind-la-magia-de-un-buen-titulo-el-viaje-comienza-en-la-mente-en-esp
Greetings friend @dove11. It's a very nice love story, although he keeps waiting for her to come back. This boy became a man but he does not forget that beautiful girl with deep black eyes, who seemed like a fairy to him.....It could also be that the boy saw this fairy in his dreams, and it was the inspiration for him to become into a music writer and painter. Success in the contest. See you soon!
Hehe, yep anything is possible in fiction! Maybe this boy never went to the upper side of the mountain and never met this girl but he read this story in a book and imagined things in his own style! Thanks for reading!
jjjeee yes, it could be. Thank you for sharing your fascinating story. bye @dove11
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