The Lull.....

She watched the waves rolling in; each one higher than the one before.
The waves looked so delicate and harmless; white froth crashing on the beach, disintegrating into water, before pulling back into the depths of the sea. As if embarrassed at the sudden loss of power, beauty and force.

"Is that what we do too? Try to rise above each other. Try to do better than the rest. Try to cling to everything and everyone, when we start feeling that something is amiss? Do we then retreat into our safe corner and brood? Do we seek the deep dark calm that is the ocean, when scared? Does it help us heal?"

She sighed. The waves were much lower now. The water had receded. She got up and walked a little distance into the sea.

She felt her feet sinking into the wet sand as the water made its hasty retreat. She loved the feel of the water tugging at her feet; playfully.

She knew, that just as she would start enjoying the playful tugs, the waves would rise, higher and higher, ultimately threatening to engulf her. The thought never failed to quicken her heartbeats.

"What are the waves guarding? Are they just a powerful facade? Something the ocean conjures up to entertain and dissuade? Would she be able to retain any control if caught amongst the waves?"

The waves were crashing around her waist now.

"It will recede again" she reminded herself."It always does. Nothing stays for ever." 

She felt the water tug on her entire body now. She swam without really thinking about it. Later, as she lay on the beach, the water flowing over her; she felt.... light.... calm.
The sun was coming up in the horizon.
The sky was an explosion of subtle colors; all moving.... changing.... A new day.... A new year....

"So it was true..... Nothing stays for ever...... Nothing ever could!"

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Why are most people cowards?

Afraid of change

Afraid to change

Living in vacuum

Of the ages

No air

No atmosphere

Just empty

Just nothing

The sound of nothing

Buzzing through everything

Making things shallow

Making things cheap

Making things simple

Making things livable

The sound of nothing

Buzzing through everything

Cutting through me

Letting me be...

A coward... living...with nothing... for nothing.

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Twilight...

“Ever looked at the sky at twilight?"

"My mum tells me that I was born at twilight; at a time when it was neither night nor day; when both the sun and the moon were gracing the sky.”

“What does that mean?” The six year old had turned to ask her mother.

“It means that you have the qualities of both the sun and the moon in you.” She paused to smile at the child’s befuddled expression before continuing. “Look at it this way. You can be such a handful at times, while at other times, you are the sweetest thing to be around. See?”

The child could not see. But she liked the theory of both the sun and the moon being a part of her. The next day at school, she was the only little girl, who drew both these heavenly bodies in the sky; together.

Years later, she found herself gazing at a tiny slice of the evening sky, on a dark rainy day. She could see only a small square of the sky, from her small dark room, in the basement; neither the sun nor the moon. Only a lone north star.
“Happy Birthday Girl” it seemed to whisper to her.

Its twinkle seemed so alluring; tantalizingly unattainable. Like forbidden fruit.

Her restricted view made her want just a little more. It taught her to keep her eye trained at whatever was peeking from around the corner. She did not like her little slice of the sky anymore. She did not like being stuck in the twilight. She craved for a view of the wide sky on a bright sunny day.

“Why are we told to resist temptations? Who is the judge in the matters of the heart and mind?”

She thought that she had found what she wanted some years later. But it felt like being stranded on a hot deserted beach, in the middle of the afternoon, with the sun beating down with a vengeance and the water being the only respite.
It made her crave for the shelter of the darkness; for a loss of vision; for a heightening of the senses; a desperate need to lose the self.

"Is it so difficult to find a balance? Is it so for others too?" She would never know.
  

“You have both the qualities of the sun and moon in you.”

The words rang in her ears. She realized that not everyone could be like the virtuous sun. Maybe some are more like the rainbow; many hued and elusive.

What she did know was that the twilight was just around the corner; playing hide and go seek with her. It came everyday, for a very short while and was elusive. But it is there; a reality for many, a necessity for some.

A slight smile danced on her lips...Something told her that soon very soon... she would find the twilight again...and with it, her little slice of the evening sky....

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