Whisper of Fire

Jahnabi Gogoi |P.C. Anannya Gogoi

"Darling, do you remember the tree over the hill-top?" His voice was heavy and he looked so pale. She rose her glare from her knitting table and looked at him with sharp devouring eyes.

His reasons better be good, she thought. Carrying a baby inside your womb is no easy job and it was taking toll on her. She was living on the edge, one bad move and she would rip him apart.

"Which tree are you talking about?" - She enquired with no enthusiasm at all. John was being very patient with her. So, she obliged to entertain him any way. Things weren't like before, things had changed. The only thing that kept them together was this baby.

"The Gulmohar tree." - he sighed. THE GULMOHAR TREE. She wished she heard it wrong. She knew that something was wrong.

"What happened to the tree, John?" - with her fingers crossed, she asked.

"They would axe it down tomorrow, they want to erect a building over there!" - He was shivering now Julianna hugged him tight. This couldn't be true! Her heart raced fast, she  wished it was a dream.

Because this was no ordinary tree, this tree was the momentum of their love, the witness of their first kiss, their first hug and many more first's that 

followed. She saw it all. All over again.

They cried and cried till their hearts' content in each others' arms.

That night a miracle took place - "The flame of the forest" had breathe flame into these inseparable souls once over again.