My Found Blessing, Shripraba Narayanan ‘25

My Found Blessing

The world I walk in changes everyday. The trees are taller. The flower is brighter. The orange is riper. My face blushes against the bright sun in the August morning. “I’m still thinking about you,” I cried. “I’m watering your rose!” I weeped. Salty tears smeared my dark brown skin. I could never forget August 20th, 2012. Everything changed Forever.

“I’m still here,” she yelped. If only she could hear. “I can hear you,” she screamed. “I wish you were here! I miss you!,” I cried Again.

She never heard me, or so I thought. Until. Poof, a flower, that stopped, Growing. Now, dimmer. The world grew stagnant. The trees wilted. The orange tangier. But, I grew old. Time flew, I, more miserable, Weak and vulnerable. Until, August 20th, 2021. She fell from what appeared to be a hollow sky. White, filled with chastity, light as a feather. Melanie, my guardian angel! I found You.

Shripraba Narayanan ‘25