With a very innocent sadness the little girl asked him "why did Didi and you stopped talking? I miss that Didi, she was cute." And with these words, tears rolled down the little flower.
Little did the child knew how she churned down every little emotion he kept burying deep under his scars for so long. Memories are like the breeze that follows serenity, like the tears that follows happiness, like shadow follows light. And in a split second impossible happened every little tear, smile, agony, togetherness crossed his mind. In that very second from a hollow cup he turned into a overflowing pot.
All of a sudden he had so much to adore, so much to smile at also so much to repent for, so much to weep for. And even today years after when he thought his was ready to let go and he had nothing to weep for again, he realized how overflowed he was for the rest but at the same instant how hollow he was and still how hollowness could find its way down there.
Shattered down both of them wept for the impossible, she for her innocent little reason and he for his own lost self, his love. And a year after she went unanswered, unreplied he received a courier from unknown origins from a familiar name. It was her, apparently her life after life happened; it was her diary with a few pages left blank, just like "them" left midway stumbling with questions.
The day life happened to 'them', she went numb, her senses went away blurred, the pain inside her kept crawling, wounding her until her breath lost her. Now it's been about 2 years since she left, his heart still stumbles in the meadows of grief, still searching for her.
And as he saw the 6 year old halting tears to play with her friends, he saw life happening and it happens in every little way and it's inevitable.
~ Mono
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