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Personification of October (Story of OCTOBER if it is a Person!)

Cyril Mukalel
 With wrinkled jute rag sewed on to the dry palm leaves covering his frail body, October sat alone on the rotted stump next to the stream.  He gazed in to the reflection of dark cloud that hid the moon. Mindlessly he picked the pebbles and kept throwing into the cloudy water to form ripples to make the moon to emerge in it’s midst. May be it is the stigma from the faulty name; he always kept his neck bend and head down. “October, Yeah... Right the eighth month” he giggled derisively. He straightened his back and pulled his head out of the red maple leaf covered hood, cleared his thought and spit in to the water.  Bunch of hungry sunfish raced to feast on it.
 
Continuous cycles of sadness, revulsion and rage formed deep scars on his forehead. The shabby grown hair all over his face made him look like an oak tree infested with canker worms all over it.
“What a day it was? Way too long for an old wretch like me”
October cocooned himself with his wrists supporting his face and the arms resting on his thighs. Depressed and tired, he mumbled “Every one looks at me like an old clown that has lost its wit.  Even the kids run away scared seeing my shadow”.
 
The air was filling with curses and frustration every where. Men fixed the snow blowers and searched the garage for the missing nut.  The bitter wind blew again and again forcing the elderly to continue raking forever.  The old woman trying to reach the top of her window to clean the stain from egg thrown by the teenagers for turning the lights out a bit early on the Halloween night.
“I am so tired. I cannot go any farther tonight, Can those people making calendar trim me and make the year shorter? That should make at least few people happy” he said.
To cover his anger ensuing from despair, he tried to laugh loud and scream.  His roar turned cool air to gusty wind making the sidings to shrill and the roofs to thud. The children screamed and jumped out of the bed then ran to their parent. In that tremor the trees dropped the last leaves dead clinging on to its branches.
 
Even in the anguish of his unrequited love, October maintained an unfading hope for his dream to turn real.  Just the thought of the arrival of the enchanting November dressed in orange velvet casting golden shadows flared up warmth inside him. The prudent March told him several times “You live in Dreams my friend, she is a Witch with a B, get over it and move on”.  He always took it as a joke and laughed like the east wind that pounds the pine trees in fury.
 
Every one except him believed that the highly ambitious and the most desired among months, November is no sweet but her overconfidence blinded in arrogance kept her single for all this long years. He looked in to his open palms with lines mutilated by the candles fallen from the carved pumpkins in the wind. Those burns erased the lines of his future beyond prediction.  Even though the future was uncertain and the present waited to be swallowed by the painful bitter cold, October continued to live in the moment with out being bothered by anything.
 
He couldn’t believe the world is so unappreciative and mean.  Even after doing all those risky amusements for kids, they blamed him for anything and everything when he was out of sight.  No one tried to neither know the real October nor have seen the tears rolling down his cheeks.  He bared the pain for every one else.
 
With only few hours left for the hibernation, October walked close to November’s home.  His knees wobbled and the heart pounded faster than ever. Gathering all his strength October raised his hand to knock the door; but the next moment he froze like a rain drop trapped in time before reaching the destiny. He stretched every fiber in his body to listen to the song from her grand piano, the song he wrote for her when he was young and blind with love. The story of two lovers and the merciless time keeper, that played its cruel mischief to keep them apart for ever.
 
October walked through the yard aiming for the closest wall to listen to the music and sat leaning against it.  With his ears pressing to the wall out side November’s home, his dreams and mind blended in to that magnificent cadence. With out him knowing, tears rolled down his cheeks. While the stars and the clouds watched him disappearing the wind from the east made his tears dry and smeared those white salty smudge all over the grass and the windows. 

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