THE WIND

UNEDITED SAMPLE LITERARY ARTICLE
By Marian Denise Glipo Basallote
IV - Madame Marie Curie


My eyes were closed as his hands caressed my face. His breath was blown lightly upon my cheeks. His whisper incessantly reverberated in my ears. He tenderly wrapped me in a warm embrace. His breeze sent shivers to my frail body. His presence was so powerful that I could never escape from feeling it.

He would always drift by my side wherever I would go. But, sometimes, he would not call my attention and would usually take me by surprise. A gentle gust would make me realize that he was already with me. He would usually invite me to a leisure walk and I could really find no valid reason to refuse. He had an unseen yet irresistible charm.

He would take me to the wonders of nature and I would always find myself in a state of awe. He never failed to make me happy. But, I never knew how often I had made him smile each moment we were together. I never knew how he looked like. I never saw the distinct features of his face. The genuine emotions we kept inside our hearts were the only connection we had. One thing was for sure, though. I was able to bring drastic changes in his life. He would always make me realize my worth. He would never fail to remind me of the gratitude he had felt since the day our paths crossed. He would always make me feel so appreciated.

He was naturally unpredictable. His disposition could change abruptly. With a failure, his happiness would slowly turn into gloom and despair. With an unresolved conflict, the peace in his heart would eventually change into an unfamiliar kind of anger. I would always feel the intensity of his emotions as that of a thunderstorm, but he would always remain calm and composed just like a gentle breeze. He would really want to wail and scream, but he would prevent himself from doing so. Rather, he would take everything into meaningful whispers.

Hoping that I could catch a glimpse of his face, I opened my eyes. I looked around, but I did not see him or any figure of a person. I only felt the warm breathing of the wind. I enjoyed the breeze that had touched my skin. It cuddled me into tenderness and affection. A faint voice whispered to me, “You will find me anywhere. Just feel the presence of the wind. For as long as the wind breathes, I shall look after and take care of you.”

His whisper persistently resounded in my ear. It sent shivers to my frail body. His presence was so powerful that I could not escape from feeling it. I closed my eyes and a radiant smile spread across my face. I then understood why I could never see his face. He was the wind whirling around me. He was the wind…