People say that time goes by; time says that the people go by.
Living life and expecting death
Life as we know it exists between two predefined points: birth and death. We spend a lot of our time around the concept of birth. In fact, we even have a dedicated day to remember and celebrate it every year. The recognition of death as part of life, on the other hand, is something we rarely come across. We spend every day not thinking about it — we actively avoid thinking about it. It is quite natural to live that way. However, two things changed that for me over the last many months.
He walked over to the bench that overlooked the waterfront.
Her laughter echoed over the bay, swathed in blues and greens, but more blue than green. They sat on the brown bench and gazed at the blue waters. He could not have asked for a better place for their last date.
It was their last date in an on-off relationship and he had decided to bend his knee for her, and in his hand would be their ring. And from tomorrow, they would have moved forward, and this would be their last date indeed.
He knew she was the one he had been waiting for. They had had their fair share of fights and misgivings – one fight had seen her aiming a vase at his face. Yet they had stuck together for so long. So, he had realised, they should stick together till death do them apart.
As he went down on his knee, she got up to shield him from the red hot wave that crashed from the shore onto the waves of the sea.
He remembered searching for her eyes but instead finding tears in front of his. He shivered from the overwhelming pain of that memory. It made him drop his phone that played the recordings of the fateful day, when a bomb blast had separated them, over a distance greater than physical.
The video was playing as it always did: at this spot, on this day for every single year for the past 40 years, and he clasping the now chipped ring.
The scene on his mobile ended with an image of the ruckus of the bay blown apart in a bloody red hue. The authorities had set right the place for the public’s eye. But in his mind’s eye, their last date would always be bathed in bloody red.
Each door has two sides. It opens for one side while the other side does the opening. Whether the door is opened or not depends on if it’s locked or not, which in turn, depends on what the relationship is between the people on the two sides of the door.
It has been more than a month since the floods of hell. When the waters rose – many fell.
Pride, courage, spirit, and comfort, All these fell without a retort.
Egos, inhibitions, boundaries, and borders All these fell down to helpful neighbours.
It has been a month since the waters arrived and many rose and many more were revived.
Humanity, friendships, love, and the joy of giving These were few that rose up bright and shining.
Then, everything fell. Now, things fall, Things fall into place.
We are now rising – for we fall to rise higher. Walls do not exist after the rising of water
It’s been a long time since I posted. Well, to be true, I was one amongst those affected during the Chennai Floods of December 2015. Home is where the heart is. But when the home is ravaged by such floods unseen for more than a century, the heart no longer is. It has been a long time since I posted and well, moving on, here’s to more posts in the coming years. Yes. I recently celebrated my first anniversary of blogging after it had passed and hopefully next year, I will celebrate it on time.