Crystal eye


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It was an amazing beauty. He wished he had the face that held it. A crystal eye, with a sense of purity and a strange stone studded as iris, which reflected every colour of rainbow when one looked into it, no matter how feeble the light was it reflected colours, not creepily- beautifully, soothingly.

He kept it on his bedside table, in an ivory box, softly lying on a piece of soft velvet, spreading its lovely sparkles from whatever light it could gather.

He had a dream. A very vivid one, he saw a woman in the dream, sitting beside a river on a rock. A group of wild animals and birds around her, grazing peacefully or pecking the food she has scattered for them. Her face was of such purity and calm that he never forgot it again.

He woke up in the morning with a deep sense of peace in his heart.

Next night the dream returned, this time she was sitting in a palace, by the window, looking out of it, a soft beautiful smile played on her lips as her fingers played with the Veena on her lap.

Her eyes sparkled like the crystal eye he had, only there were two of them on that adorable face.

He was blessed with an all seeing eye, the girl could not see it but he could see it- a shriveled old man standing in the bushes watching her.

Her very face told him that she was in love with someone and his face told him that he was obsessed with her.

Then things started to change, the girl lost her smiles and started to age prematurely. The man in the bushes was a Tantric (one who practices black magic); he used his spell on her lover to make him believe that he, the Tantric made a fool of him by wooing him in her disguise, that he has been fooling himself for a old man disguised as an adorable woman, that broke his heart and he left the kingdom; then he used it on her to convince her that he was her real lover, who wooed her in (her actual lover’s) disguise because he was ashamed to let her know that he was an old man. But his love for her was pure and true.

Heaven only knows if she would have fallen for him but someone else was watching the entire show and interrupted- she did not had the power to show up or warn the girl but she could send her dreams, and in those dreams she told her of the treachery. That made her not to fall for the old man.

He settled his score by evil spells; he did not allowed any other lover or loving being in her vicinity, slowly she reduced to a shadow of herself she passed away in a few years.

Her parents made a beautiful statue of her to be placed in her memorial. The artist worked magic on her eyes. They almost captured the beauty of her soul.

Sharmishtha Basu
20.11.11

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Author: sharmishtha basu

Well, Sharmishtha Basu is fifth child of Late Dr. Shibaprasad Basu, she is Bengali, Indian, she took birth in Tundla, Uttar Pradesh, lived in and around Uttar Pradesh for the first sixteen years of her life, then returned to Burdwan, West Bengal , her family has dwelled there for five hundred years or so and are still dwelling there, she lived in West Bengal till 2015 February, since February 2015 she is living in Hyderabad. She is unemployed, unmarried so with lot of time and excessive energy, some evil people made her dreams of having a normal career impossible but that did not diminished her energy, so she utilizes her time and energy mainly by painting and writing, hoping that her books will become her dream career, her salvation in her words, she is a blend of bhaktiyoga and karmayoga. You can contact her through her blogs @mydomainpvt.wordpress.com (main blog), her facebook page @facebook.com/sermistabasu, amazon page @amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu or emails sharmishthabasu@hotmail.com & sermistabasu@gmail.com

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