The long twilight faded into the night, the light shone through the fleecy clouds, casting an impression over the waters of Thane, and there she stood watching the countless stars in the sky, refusing to believe the cruel truth which God has given her to believe in.
To her the world was a spectacle of want, neglect, sorrow and alienation. There she stood abandoned by the world but then she remembered that life isn’t always perfect but it does hold a bunch of some perfect moments, and then she was lost in thoughts of her ‘perfect moments’, many of which were clearly etched in her memory.
Meeting and partings are a way of life, but who can fathom the feeling of a woman? There she was... a world renowned writer, famous…, beautiful as well but yet-lonely. She recalled the evening when she had parted with the only friend she had. Being an orphan she had been looked over by her since her birth. The care given to her, the special moments that she had shared with her, the smiles, the melancholic mood swing …everything which she had once experienced with her-who she regarded as her mother passed off in a blur. The only one she had in this world was ‘she’ who had also now left her, left her once again leaving her all alone; completely broken by her death, she wept, cried; for hours, days and even months. “Oh! Poor petulant human heart! Where logic and reasoning are slow to penetrate, we cling with both arms to false hopes, refusing to believe the weightiest proof against it, and then it escapes ripping our veins and draining our hearts blood and then regaining consciousness we rush to fall in the snares of delusion gain;” returning back into the present she once again reflected that nothing could bring her beloved back.
And then she got up keeping her tears aside. She had to live her life because it is said “It goes on…” and she too believed in the ‘Survival of the fittest’. It was the result of her belief that she had worked so hard, followed her dreams- her passion and had reached the zenith of success. But still this evening no one was there with her; no one in front of whom she could her heart and mind; no who could give her a close tight hug...
Her eyes got hazy with tears and the night became just darker… ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder’,
she chuckled darkly as she murmured to herself. There can be nothing more ironical than this that she had a million people who recognized her but not even a single human soul to whom she could reveal her inner broken self- someone who could tell her-“whatever be the matter, I am always there for you .” Her eyes had their own vocabulary- what a beautiful language to learn; although being parted from the whole world, all she could think about was parting from her superwomen- only one, who understood her so well, which every now and then pierced deep in her heart. It was something that had left an unhealing hole in her heart which most of the time kept trying take her back into the depths of time and overtake her mind, her heart, her soul her everything she most of the times willingly gave in to that ..
For her it wasn’t a face one forgets. But what could be done and the best thing she could, was to let it rain when it rains. Her utmost desire could never be fulfilled however much she longed for it-that didn’t matter and she knew it… and Just then she again looked up at the brightest star in the sky above… her eyes blinded with tears, which only said ..”Dear mother- I carry you in my heart...” It is said that there is always a sweetness found in the sorrow of parting but this time it was a bitter one…!