November's Chopin
I have written a little story and i dedicate this to a few people who have been reading my blog:
Miss teo: Thanks for being by my side, becos of you, living has been worthwhile.
Lynn: I hope this little story will keep you company for as long as the story last.
You: Thank you for your time. I appreciate little things in life and one of it is to know you.
Once upon a time, there is this little town tucked away in one corner of the world. There is this river that separates the village into two sides, the north and the south.
The north is where the poorest people stay. They struggled hard and toil long at their fields. But they were happy people. They sing in the sun and dance to the moon. They embrace every bit of nature and their laughter can be heard far and clear.
Then over at the south stood majestic buildings and manificent mansions. The south people are never happy. They do not like the sun, it is always too hot for them. They never like the moon, they do not know how to sleep well at night. They are always counting their money, locking it up, then count again and lock it up all over.
There is this girl on the north, her name is moonlight. She was born in a broken down hut with a torn and tattered roof. The night that she was borned, the moon shone brightly into the hut and glowed on her face. She was a happy baby, she did not shed a tear upon her arrival on earth.
There is this guy on the south, his name is shadow. He was born in a castle of gold and precious stones. His cradle is made of sliver. His father was the wealthiest textile merchant in town. Shadow is always in the finest silk. Yet, there is never a moment in his life that he remembers that he is happy.
As far as this story has advanced, maybe you have tried to guess the conclusion of this story. Yes, the ending is not happy.
Shadow do not like the life of the rich. He often looks over to the north and wonder how is like over there. He likes the singing but he could not sing. His father would not allow him to. Singing is for the poor. To smile is to let down one's guard to the enemies.
Moonlight is as pure as her name. Her smile is as bright as the moon, her laughter is like the church's bells. Her face is like summer in the snowy November. She never know how is like to cry.
Shadow's only joy in life is to play the piano. Though he never know how to smile, he feels at peace when he hears the music. Moonlight often hears the sad songs at night, she will wonder why there are such sorrowful tunes. She listens and drift into her dreams, she often sees a sad face behind the black, grand piano, with the eyes looking afar, waiting.
The day they met, the snow fell hard on the people. Maybe it was never meant to be, perhaps this is wat they call destiny.
Shadow went to the forbidden river that separates the south and north, the elegant and the lowly. He was feeling more sorrowful as ever, in fact, it was suffocating. He threaded over the walls and the tall grass, he needed some space, away from the rich and glamourous.
Moonlight had cut her finger while on the fields. The river was her favourite haunt, the water washed away her pain and tireness each time.
She had never seen anyone from the South. She only heard about them. They never go near the river, only the servants would fetch water from it. It was the saddest face she has ever seen.
It was the most wonderful thing shadow had ever seen too.
It was a perfect moment.
The next day, same time, Shadow went to the river again. Moonlight was there, with a smile. It was summer in the november snow for Shadow. No one said a thing, in fact it was always silence each time they met.
Soon Shadow learnt to smile, he knew wat is happiness. Though it was snowing harder and harder by day, he could feel the sun's warmth. Going to the river everyday and looking at Moonlight was a tremendous joy. No one spoke a word still. There was never a need to. Her smile paints a thousand words.
Are you waiting for the evil man to come into the picture? yes, it will be Shadow's father.
Shadow's father is never around, he often travel out town for new textile. The day he returned, he saw Shadow playing the piano, smiling. It was a forbidden sight in the south. He trailed Shadow that day and saw Moonlight on the other side of the banks. He flew into a rage and locked Shadow up in the room.
Moonlight wondered why she never see Shadow again. But she could hear the piano everyday. The tunes was heart wrenching. Moonlight felt a tear coming to her eyes. Her first tear. She had no idea why. The tunes continued day and night, there was not a single moment that she did not hear it.
The last day of November, the snow freezed the river up. Shadow collasped on the grand piano and never get up again.
Moonlight never smile again. The tunes stopped. Somehow she knew Shadow is gone. She drifted along with life till the day she breathed her last. She knows she will see Shadow again.
The End.
Miss teo: Thanks for being by my side, becos of you, living has been worthwhile.
Lynn: I hope this little story will keep you company for as long as the story last.
You: Thank you for your time. I appreciate little things in life and one of it is to know you.
Once upon a time, there is this little town tucked away in one corner of the world. There is this river that separates the village into two sides, the north and the south.
The north is where the poorest people stay. They struggled hard and toil long at their fields. But they were happy people. They sing in the sun and dance to the moon. They embrace every bit of nature and their laughter can be heard far and clear.
Then over at the south stood majestic buildings and manificent mansions. The south people are never happy. They do not like the sun, it is always too hot for them. They never like the moon, they do not know how to sleep well at night. They are always counting their money, locking it up, then count again and lock it up all over.
There is this girl on the north, her name is moonlight. She was born in a broken down hut with a torn and tattered roof. The night that she was borned, the moon shone brightly into the hut and glowed on her face. She was a happy baby, she did not shed a tear upon her arrival on earth.
There is this guy on the south, his name is shadow. He was born in a castle of gold and precious stones. His cradle is made of sliver. His father was the wealthiest textile merchant in town. Shadow is always in the finest silk. Yet, there is never a moment in his life that he remembers that he is happy.
As far as this story has advanced, maybe you have tried to guess the conclusion of this story. Yes, the ending is not happy.
Shadow do not like the life of the rich. He often looks over to the north and wonder how is like over there. He likes the singing but he could not sing. His father would not allow him to. Singing is for the poor. To smile is to let down one's guard to the enemies.
Moonlight is as pure as her name. Her smile is as bright as the moon, her laughter is like the church's bells. Her face is like summer in the snowy November. She never know how is like to cry.
Shadow's only joy in life is to play the piano. Though he never know how to smile, he feels at peace when he hears the music. Moonlight often hears the sad songs at night, she will wonder why there are such sorrowful tunes. She listens and drift into her dreams, she often sees a sad face behind the black, grand piano, with the eyes looking afar, waiting.
The day they met, the snow fell hard on the people. Maybe it was never meant to be, perhaps this is wat they call destiny.
Shadow went to the forbidden river that separates the south and north, the elegant and the lowly. He was feeling more sorrowful as ever, in fact, it was suffocating. He threaded over the walls and the tall grass, he needed some space, away from the rich and glamourous.
Moonlight had cut her finger while on the fields. The river was her favourite haunt, the water washed away her pain and tireness each time.
She had never seen anyone from the South. She only heard about them. They never go near the river, only the servants would fetch water from it. It was the saddest face she has ever seen.
It was the most wonderful thing shadow had ever seen too.
It was a perfect moment.
The next day, same time, Shadow went to the river again. Moonlight was there, with a smile. It was summer in the november snow for Shadow. No one said a thing, in fact it was always silence each time they met.
Soon Shadow learnt to smile, he knew wat is happiness. Though it was snowing harder and harder by day, he could feel the sun's warmth. Going to the river everyday and looking at Moonlight was a tremendous joy. No one spoke a word still. There was never a need to. Her smile paints a thousand words.
Are you waiting for the evil man to come into the picture? yes, it will be Shadow's father.
Shadow's father is never around, he often travel out town for new textile. The day he returned, he saw Shadow playing the piano, smiling. It was a forbidden sight in the south. He trailed Shadow that day and saw Moonlight on the other side of the banks. He flew into a rage and locked Shadow up in the room.
Moonlight wondered why she never see Shadow again. But she could hear the piano everyday. The tunes was heart wrenching. Moonlight felt a tear coming to her eyes. Her first tear. She had no idea why. The tunes continued day and night, there was not a single moment that she did not hear it.
The last day of November, the snow freezed the river up. Shadow collasped on the grand piano and never get up again.
Moonlight never smile again. The tunes stopped. Somehow she knew Shadow is gone. She drifted along with life till the day she breathed her last. She knows she will see Shadow again.
The End.
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