Yet, my love for her was boundless. Perhaps I failed to express it in the way she needed to hear. We both struggled to convey our deepest fears and desires. Despite this, I cared for her deeply and longed to protect her. She was born to soar, constantly seeking new hobbies and rugged terrains, each exploration a quest for extraordinary feelings. I could never understand her wild spirit. At times, she would scream, and I could only wonder about the pain she harbored. The absence of children left a void in her, one she tried to fill by seeking ethereal experiences, sometimes even crossing unspoken boundaries. But I forgave her transgressions with unwavering faith.
Her dream was to conquer the Alps. Lacking proper training and physical endurance, she was driven by her dreams. I couldn't leave her side. As I sat in the hotel, futilely attempting to light a fire, I heard news of a rare avalanche in the Alps. A chilling dread washed over me, knowing she had set out for a hike that very morning.
I knew nothing about hiking gear or techniques, but I knew she was the love of my life. Buried under the snow, I believed she might have called my name. I felt compelled to find her. People said it was nearly impossible to locate the bodies, with fifteen others missing. Yet, I didn't need to search. My feet moved as if guided by her. Without proper trekking shoes, my boots sank deep into the snow. I used every ounce of my strength. The oxygen was thin, the sun intense, and I began to hallucinate. I saw her, radiant and smiling, unlike her usual self. She seemed to call to me, guiding me. I shoveled the snow away and found her exactly where she led me. Her face was blue, frozen, yet I knew she had fought to stay alive until I arrived.
She left her body for me to find, but her soul had always remained elusive. Now, she lay like a sleeping princess, breathless and pulseless, serene in her icy repose. She had fulfilled her dream of summiting the Alps, along with many others. Some dreams she achieved, others were yet to come.
In her deep sleep, she looked peaceful, free from pain and mystery. My love, gone without telling me that my shoes were not right for this journey.
As I sat with torn shoes and wet socks, struggling against the cold, I spotted a lighter beneath the coffin. I lit the fire, and in its warm, golden glow, Mukta seemed to glow too. For the first time, I whispered the words she had longed to hear, "You are so breathtakingly beautiful, darling."
This story unfolds with a mixture of nostalgic reflections and present-day actions, leading to a poignant conclusion.
ReplyDeleteBindu’s writing style is evocative, using vivid imagery to bring the narrator’s memories to life. The tone is melancholic, matching the themes of the story. Descriptive language effectively conveys the beauty and emotional weight of the narrator’s frozen memories.
Overall, “My Frozen Beauty” is a reflective and emotionally resonant story, a must read!
Thankyou! Very thoughtful!
DeleteThis story is a beautifully crafted, heart-wrenching, exploration of love, loss, and the enduring human spirit. Bindu Unnikrishnan’s skillful use of imagery, symbolism, and emotional depth makes it a compelling read that resonates long after the last word is read.
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DeleteSuch a beautiful story! Very touching! You have conveyed so much in this short piece! Truly impressed! 👏🏻👏🏻
ReplyDeleteThankyou so much Ushaji
ReplyDeleteThe title of this story is, 'My Frozen Beauty', but it melted my heart and moved me to tears.
ReplyDeleteIt's a perfect pick up story, for a read, when one wishes to be with oneself, relishing a cup of one's favourite cup of coffee or maybe tea.
Hat's off to, Bindu Unnikrishnan. 👏🏾👍🏾
Thankyou for the appreciation!
DeleteA soulful, peaceful read... I loved the way you urged the world to perform self love and wish for ones own awakening. The truth as told in Bhagwat Geeta is that we are all divine souls and the awakening is that we should look for our soul purpose. Thanks my dear Friend Bindu for brilliantly bring out the beautiful piece... May you touch many hearts...
ReplyDeleteThankyou Jayati for your generous comment.
DeleteThis short story makes for a very interesting read. I enjoyedit immensely. Looking forward to more such gripping stories.
ReplyDeleteThankyou so much Bharati
DeleteA beautiful description of struggle to conquer. The story is captivating and you read it more to know what will be the end.So descriptive that you get the feel of the place.Very well written.
ReplyDeleteThankyou Shubhangi
DeleteSuch a captivating, soulful and heart wrenching story. The imagery is so vivid. A compelling read.
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DeleteA wonderful read! Fire and Ice! The emotions are explicitly brought forth through the beautiful play of words. Look forward to reading more of your writings.
ReplyDeleteThankyou Shaheen.....glad you noticed the fire and ice Connection.
DeleteIt's indeed a heart melting story .
ReplyDeleteThe story is not just a tale of a tragic expedition but a profound exploration of a relationship marked by unspoken fears and undying love. The husband's reflections on his wife's adventurous spirit and their emotional disconnect add depth to the narrative, making the reader feel the weight of his sorrow and the intensity of his devotion.
"My Frozen Beauty" stands out for its emotional resonance and symbolic depth, making it a compelling read that lingers long after the last word. Unnikrishnan's skillful storytelling and ability to capture complex emotions in a short piece is truly impressive. This story is a testament to her literary prowess and a must-read for anyone who appreciates deeply moving and beautifully crafted narratives.
Kudos to the writer!!!
This is a wonderful story woven together and gripping. The mixed emotions are touching. Loved it!
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Thankyou Aditi
DeleteIt's a brilliantly crafted story that captures how unique and complex we are as individuals. Even her husband does not know what his lady wants or needs. The narrative makes me sad, but only partially because of the emotional intensity and dramatic ending. What stands out to me are the complexities of the portrayed relationship, the couple's game of lights and shades over time, the husband's late awareness that words matter, and the woman's cautious demeanor. Speaking freely about hopes, ambitions, ideals, and so on as a couple and individually may have tempered her eagerness to pursue her dreams for which she lacked the necessary skills and preparedness.
ReplyDeleteReally thoughtful and deep! Thankyou for the comments.
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