A Story of The "He"

There was madness in the air, in the heart and in the mind. As the coterie shaked their bodies to the beats of some loud mind-refreshing music, dripped in booze and revelry, there was a lone mind, who was fighting within himself to finally let it out. Everything had turned into slow motion and the every split second, the image of the entity waltzed in his mind, literally isolating him from the ambient madness but puzzling his brains into an aura of discombobulated lunacy, the same feeling, that had made his nights terrible since quite long. It was the eve of the the festival of colours, but the restlessness had made the filmstrip black and white in his eyes. And finally he decided, he would do it, for once and for ever. With a hour left to reach midnight, he ran under the blue sky, the full moon lighting his way into the wilderness. With a deep breath, he tried to hold all his senses intact, nerves firm and mind clear. He was ready now to shell out every feeling, every small bit of intense emotions he had. The year before, started dancing in front of his eyes, every stupidity, silliness, madness, everything he had done, just to arouse that transcendental smile in the lips of the entity. The feeling was unique because it was the very first time he had felt that way, and for him, it was really special. So finally he slowly and steadily calmed himself up and reached for the device for everything he had to communicate that day, things he hadn’t said earlier ever, or rather the concoction of the magical words he never used. And then there was the ringing, the heart eagerly waited for the voice from the other end. One ring gave way to another, and then to another and finally the rings died into a beeping sound. Utterly disappointed, he lost his mind for a few moments. Yup, the indifference had been killing him, though he believed he never had created it for himself. He waited for in case there is any communication. Second after Second, Minute after minute, he seemed to lost all the patience he had. Finally he took the real big decision, one more attempt, and if left unanswered, he would take that in his stride and leave it behind him, FOREVER. Minutes to Midnight, he tried again, praying to the Lord of the rings, that the voice comes up, not the beepy music. But….

Things don’t really turn out the way you want them to be. No matter, how desperately you want something/someone in your life, life always tend to have its own way. May be that is why, there is something called a soulmate, and probably you never actually get to know who it is, till both the souls merge together. A lot of things and relationships at times, may turn up to be a deep illusion, sooner or later, we get to know it. Ya, but to let go off it, is the real tricky part, and once you succeed, you are in the way of succeeding again. Life just channelizes your path, when you are lost in the woods. Yeah its gonna be tough, it has been really tough indeed, but he couldn’t have done anything more, he has probably done his bit. He has to move on, no matter how intense or passionate or unique his feelings were, how genuine they were, how how much he liked the entity, and How much He Loved Her !!!!

Signing off
A.M.