The Blood of Lavender

The Blood of Lavender in Black.

Aka LAVENDER IN THE BLACK CITY.

It is a collection of stories. The thoughts of a girl, named LAVENDER. Which are left unheard. Her tragic stories, Feelings and everything.

The story started.

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Long ago, in the north, there is a city called Black. As it's name indicating. There isn't even a trace of small hope in people for the sunlight. Just cold and snow where ever we see. It is white but not shining just like who cares for the things those won't shine even though they are valuable?

It feels warm underneath the woolen clothes but the warmthness in hearts of the people is long faded. The caravans to the place were lost just like that place has long forgotten in the map. Nobody came to help even holding a torch though. But soon they became vigilant as like they are surrounded by witches and ghosts. Developed grains and cultivation.

Decades have passed since the electronics came. Soon transportation impregnated the minds of people with desire of hope again. As transportation came, people of different nations began to throw a visit. Soon the people of the land started to go to the other lands insearch of ways to develop their own land. In the process some came home in a single piece and some have forgotten. Yet no God responded.

Time passed. Decades and centuaries passed. Their vigilance turned cold and they became dependent on the electronics. They forgot to fight for light. Poverty developed. The walls of rich and poor were invented. Labour increased. Long lived traditions and values were plagued and forgotten in poverty. Richness is polluted with proud. Self esteem jutted the minds of law enforcing officials. Finally, Land became a concrete jungle. This time the Gods disgusted the people of the land.

It didn't ended but continued as a hereditary disease. Soon after, In a small alley down the railway bridge, there aroused a fireweed. That fireweed is very beautiful. But it is born in a jungle, dense jungle where no hope of light can be seen. Despite of it's propensity to grow in soil filled plain. The parents felt happy. They gave her a name, LAVENDER. In the sense to remember her purity and to feel at ease whenever they see her face.

It didn't took much time for the fireweed to bloom into a girl. Shy and wise. Sportive yet introvert. Warm and kind. Courageous enough to protect herself. Strong enough to sleep in those cold dark nights without any companion. Soon the hope of tranquility in her name and life got shaterred with the death of her parents.

She left alone, all alone in dark. Stood face to face infront of an unknown desire to survive. Didn't even bat an eye behind her to know whether she is alone or not. She fought with the darkness endlessly. Saw a life where there is no one to hold her hand and cares her hair up the cheek. Neither an orphanage nor any relatives or neighbors, took her hand to teach anything. She just stood on the road, centre of the road. Held her hands out. She didn't begged. She just stood and kept staring at the vehicles that has been moving from side to side.

She didn't stopped. She stood bare foot in those cold snow storms alone. She talked out her heart by tearing the mask of introvert. Fought for hunger and thirst. Never wore and slept in a woolen sewed fabric. Her hands became rough. Cuts on her feet. Finally turned into a cold blooded villainess in the sense to survive.

The title, " The untold completely complex feelings of a girl. "

Soon vanished into the thin air. But the fireweed got adapted to survive in that cold dark jungle.

Let's wait, if any ray of light reach to that fireweed to bloom into a kind, warm woman again...

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