He always said his love is waiting for him. Beyond the blushing sunset, which made him yearn for her. Beyond the incarnadine evening sky, on which nameless dreams were formed. Beyond the apprehensive stars, which never seemed very far away. Beyond all life and death. Beyond eternity. Beyond thoughts!
Not every story that has a ‘he’ and a ‘she’ is a love story. Things can get much more perplexing, pure and painful. Particularly when he wanted to get far away from it all. He didn’t have very clear idea of how far away, and far away from what, but he always felt uncomfortable by the serenity and intensity of things around him. He sometimes used to see flashes of images that felt like ‘far away’. The most oft-repeated image being that of a snow-capped peak with a green meadow in front.
On hindsight, which is supposedly 20/20, it seems impossible how things could’ve been any different – things had happened in such an impossibly inevitable way. One incident followed another with such perfection and certainty that they would make an atheist believe in an omniscient being! He had been a mute spectator, chiefly, watching the jigsaw puzzle of life solve itself. The ocassional rogue pieces, save an adamant few, sorted themselves out, as if ordered by some supreme being.
And all these were before she had given him those two days that took Dante’s Inferno out of the book to his life!
He always said his love is waiting for him. Beyond the blushing sunset, which made him yearn for her. Beyond the incarnadine evening sky, which helped shape nameless dreams. Beyond the apprehensive stars, which never seemed very far away. Beyond all life and death. Beyond eternity. Beyond thoughts. And beyond infidelity! He went far, far away. No one knows how far away. Far away from what!