The first sight it was,
We fell in love.
The last talk we had,
The day after wedding.
I do not want to blame her. Neither I am ready to accept that the fault is mine. The reason is unknown but it is clear that our marriage is breaking apart. More than five years it has been since the last time we have talked to each other. We are a married couple living as strangers in the same house. When we were deeply in love, we said to each other that the world would end the day we get separated but it didn’t.
‘It was an early winter morning. One could hardly see anything in the dense fog. The road in front appeared to lead one into an expanse of vacuum of fog from which there is no escape. The birds and butterflies were still asleep. Bearing the fierce cold, I was walking slowly with a vigilant mind. There was still silence, broken every second by the sound of my footsteps. I was searching with my eyes, wide open, but I was unable to find her. But I wouldn't give up. The clock kept ticking and I was deeply engrossed in my search.’
Holding a mug of hot coffee in my hand, I moved in languid steps towards the window. It hadn’t rained so much for the past few years. It seemed to me as if nature was trying to shed all its sorrow by crying to its heart’s content and letting out its pain in the form of rain drops. I too wanted to do the same - cry out to my heart’s content and get rid of all the pain and suffering for ever. But not a drop of tear would come out of my eyes. For days together, I sat in one corner of a dark room, weeping all the time. My eyes got vexed up to an extent where they would never again cooperate and help me get relieved of my sorrow. Only death can separate me from the expanse of sorrow that I am downed in.
After travelling through thick forests, mountains, rivers and oceans, the sparrow finally reached the place where it wanted to spend the rest of its life. Twig by twig, it's nest became ready. Before entering into its heavenly abode, it wanted to offer prayers to God for ensuring that things move smoothly atleast in the next life. It flew to a nearby tree, under the shade of which God was resting as a rock. After completing the task, it flew back to experience the golden moment - when it would enter into its abode for the first time. But what it saw over there broke its heart into pieces.
Not everything that you perceive is true. The moon is not as small as it seems to be, but gigantic enough to house a million mortals. The innocent looks of the Venus flytrap are nothing but a veil over its true self, waiting to be shed the moment an insect finds its way onto the wings. Not all vows made during marriage are truths coming from the bottom of the heart. If they were, the world wouldn’t have been in as confused a state as it is currently in. Your beloved lover might have gleaming and sparkling eyes that act as a testimony to his truthfulness, but the man and his eyes might be lying every second. When everything around us, right from the celestial objects to the plants and humans are enjoying the warmth of lies, is there a reason for one to speak the truth and is there a possibility that speaking the truth is the right thing to do?
Drops of sweat were trickling down the forehead of Radha. She had to take a decision that would change not only her life, but of many others. She languidly walked towards the window, away from the focus of those in the house waiting for her decision. She saw a flower through the window, which was in a same state as that of her. It petals were lifeless. The stamens and anthers were drooping. The harsh summer seemed to have taken out every bit of enthusiasm and liveliness from the flower. It was all alone, succumbing to the cruelties inflicted on it.
'Will you bring the stars down for me', she asked with a smile on her face staring into his eyes expecting an emphatic yes as an answer. 'Yes', he said tightly clutching her hands indicating total commitment to her. Wishing to be pampered more, she asked the next question, 'Will you bring down the rainbow and make a garland out of it for me?'. 'Yes, I shall and place it around your neck on the day of our marriage', he said with a wink in his eyes. 'What if it doesn’t rain and shine on the day of our wedding', she asked trying to appear as confused as she could. 'I shall bring them too', he whispered in her ears. She laughed and the sound of her laughter bought the butterflies out of their homes that hovered around them giving an appearance of a crown in motion. 'I will protect you like a delicate artefact of glass till the time I die and I would go to any extent for it; and to get closer to you'.
The first rays of the sun which struck the earth marked the beginning of a new day. Every mortal indulged in the tasks which ensured that the day ends on a successful note. And so did every not so mortal creation like the trees and plants. And those which matters to us are the flowers in one corner of the kingdom, each one of them as beautiful as the others, waiting to be plucked by the royal princess and be given a place on her head right beside the crown.
The sun looked like a blazing ball of fire. The sand beneath the feet was heated enough to fill the air with a strong aroma of heat and weariness. The water from the oases evaporated and tickled the taste buds. Two contrasting sensory stimulations - the water and the dry sand - is something which only nature can design. There was a long way to go but the thought of the goal being too far made hope stay silent.
The land accommodated me since ages. It was but the natural choice for me to enter and deal with the proceedings of the day. There wasn’t anything exciting in it but still it was my favourite; the reason being the absence of anything that can depress me beyond recovery. Even if it does so, the land refreshes me the next day and makes me choose it over others. Men enter and leave. But the land remains the same partly due to the fact that a majority those present on the land are most of the times the ones who make sure that the land doesn’t become a symbol of depression.
No matter how smart the human race becomes, the world still contains things that it cannot see. On a calm sea, all that is visible is a fraction of the iceberg. A greater and an even more interesting part hides below the water. The moon that brings with it a pleasant night is but one half of its full - the other half rests in peace. The men and women that we see around are also a fraction of the total self. The invisible immortal feelings of love and friendship in the heart constitute a greater part. They keep hiding, waiting for the right person to discover them.
Arjun was walking from one side of the corridor to the other in monotonous strides. His hands were clasped and he was praying to God. There was anxiety visible on his face and his lips moved constantly in silent prayer. His parents were seated on the metal chairs counting the beads of the rosary trying to suppress their emotions. Nurses in white dresses moved in and out of the caesarean section in haste, refusing to answer Arjun’s queries. On repeated enquiries, the nurse finally said that things turned a bit complicated and they were trying their best. The family’s faith in God helped them stay emotionally strong. Few hours passed and the shrill cry of the baby broke the silence. Hasini delivered a girl who would be named Siri.
Everything was moving on smoothly. The day began at exactly six in the morning and ended at ten in the night. The roads led to nowhere but college and home. The bikes racing at full speed on the roads and the laughter of groups of young girls on the roads walking past me filled to garner my attention. The goal was clear - to become a doctor and be of help to those millions of pole who die of diseases, unable to afford treatment, among whom I grew up and one among whom I might become. Little steps in the direction of my goal were successful. The first step made me a topper in my class ten examinations and the second step gave me admission in a prestigious medical university. But the third and the remaining steps would no longer be as smooth as the initial steps and may not necessarily lead me to the goal along the path I thought that they would. The platinum moments of my life and love are yet to begin.
Vimala stood at the door with her eyes wide open, as on any other day, waiting for the arrival of her beloved one. The butterflies in the garden hovered around, clouds moved from one place to another and the streets were abuzz with moving people but she was still, as still as a rock.