Friday, October 10, 2014

Those Sunlit Nights

The sun was slowly growing dim. They were sitting on an isolated bench eyeing the frozen expanse of the sweet unsalted lake. Days like these were his favourite; snow laden mountains, chilly winds and memories. He often heard people say, winters harden your heart yet to him they bought warmth. A box of nostalgic memories leaving him barren like his favourite oak tree but wrapped in hope.

Letting out a puff of foggy breath he spoke, "Weird isn't it people could never love you, even though you gave them your everything. And still these are the very same people who eventually fall in love with another, hating you and damaging you to the core. So much damage that the world around you thinks you want love in your life; like a love affair or even marriage out of love. When in reality you are questioning love and the idea behind it, whether you will be loved or will love someone. You're scared.."  he hastily ended heaving a sigh.

She held his mitten covered palms in hers tightly not knowing what to respond. How does a grieving heart mend another? She didn't want to lie or maybe she couldn't. It was a short while later that she began speaking her voice soft,

"Sometimes you're hurt to such an extent that even though tears fall from your eyes, there is no pain in your heart. You are numb and all you feel like is to drown yourself in despair, or to hug someone tightly or if you're like me consume caffeine. But sadly none help, not a single one. Moreover the reason due to whom you're in this state, doesn't bother or maybe never did," although her voice verged the near of tears she continued, "I wish to get wet in the rains and pour out all my tears, maybe, maybe then there will be pain and the numbness subside.."

Time passed languidly as she let the tears finally fall, crying for all those moments that made her nostalgic. She cried, cried for them both and truly letting go of the past. Hugging her deeply, he embraced his present as she did hers too. The mellifluous melancholy orchestrated a symphony in cacophony as the sun lastly set.


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  1. Nostalgia is a bitch, but it is an angel is always in our weakest moments that we find the strength to overcome them...past makes a broken person vulnerable at times but gives that required push to move ahead also :)

    1. Ah! Yes it surely is..but sometimes the nostalgia even makes you do things you wouldn't normally attempt..both good and bad :)

  2. There are times when we are torn between the two strong urges that sprout deep within, letting go of the past and getting along with that. In that moment it hardly matters what consequences could be but what we choose, really every other passion we humans possess, being nostalgic at times is also one of them. It is not meant to push you back always, it brings you forth at times.
    I always love that gooey feeling to the core, be it in any form :)
    Kudos (Y)

  3. I am in love with your words ... the subtle charm, the fragile innocence and the perfect scenery for the dialogue ... you are an awesome writer :-)

  4. this is such a beautiful description...very stirring


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