Saturday, 28 February 2009

An Unfinished Story Of Lust And Sorrow* – Part 2

It is always at night, that they find refuge in each others’ arms. Late night, way after dark – when the crowds have slept, and the stage has emptied, and the only remaining noise was that of the heavy rain, and the only remaining sight was that of the lightning.

They lay side by side, on his bed, staring by the window, into the dark night. He was not much of a speaker this eve. And she was enjoying his sound of silence.

As they lay speechless, once again she started having the same old thoughts – is he real? Or is it the illusion of reality, playing tricks on her naïve mind? Again, she could never tell … She tried touching him; she laid her fingers on that sweet flesh lying beside her. Flesh is there. She ran her fingers all over his body, reaching his face. Laying her fingers on his lips, she tried speaking to him. “Don’t wake me up”, he said, “I am in trance”. This left her puzzled. She laid back, surrendering her ideas, giving in, for the goddess of delusion to sail her across the ocean of hollowness.

As she closed her eyes, and entered the realm of reverie – the few seconds when the person is neither awake nor asleep – she felt his hand caressing her face, gently. She heard words being mumbled in her ear, but she couldn’t understand the language. Somehow, she felt the words were not addressing her. Somehow she felt alone, and yet surrounded by a powerful shade of humanity. Why does he always reveal himself in her moments of weakness? Why does he disappear when she is in a state of wakefulness? Could it be he is living in her mind? Could it be he is a creation of her bitter imagination?

Conceding to her confusion, she opens her eyes to see herself in her own bed – twisting and turning … “where are you?” she screams. The only answer she receives is the echo of her own voice, on the sound of which, she submits her fragile body back to sleep, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

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