A breeze, a quiver and a myriad of feelings....
The mind quickly travels back in time.
Like in the Story, I am with him.
We are alone. Temporarily!
I still remember how we started talking.
I still remember the color of his eyes.
I still remember how unsettling the moonlight used to be.
I still remember the unison.
I still remember the signs.
I still remember the futile serendipity.
I still remember the Story.
Feelings are wonderful! Only if they'd come with a hurt-proof guarantee.
And what it is that hurts? The Lie or the Truth?
The Story is perennial. It's there in the back of my mind, no matter how distracted I am.
And each time I fail to get a logical answer to this, I am left to wonder what's written on the footnote of my soul.
This song from the movie 'Rockstar' seems so apt.
"Jo bhi main Kehna chahun, barbaad karen alfaaz mere......." ("Whatever I wish to say, my words destroy it all.")