“What are you dreams?”, he wanted to know as much as possible. His curiosity had grown much much more over the time and had made him restless.
“I do not talk about my dreams.”
“But why not?”, he insisted.
“I just do not feel like it.”
“Still give it a try.”, he was pushing more than he should but he didn’t bother.
“Do you really want to know?”
“I do.”, as simple as that!
“Err… my dreams are not the fairy tale dreams usually teenagers imagine. If I put it correctly, my dreams are perhaps my life goals, anchoring me to stay in a stable position even when my days are rumbling down like the enraged waves, you see. Life is like that too.”
It was best to remain quiet and listen he knew that, because it wasn’t likely that she ever spoke about anything related to herself. But this once she chose to open up. Strange.
“I am not the type to search for riddles, like people want to know what there is to life? Its meaning and all? I just want to stay afloat and not drift with the tides crashing down somewhere I do not want to be. May be because I’ve been through it once and I do not want it to happen again?
I don’t know… its confusing..”, she trailed off.
He took a brief pause then stated, ” It is not confusing. It is very simple. Your dream is to survive in a graceful manner and live with simplest of joys without ever being intruded by calamities inflicted upon you due to decisions that may be wrong?”
Amazed at his description she added in a subdued tone, “That’s how it is…”
And they both stayed silent afterwards. She wasn’t sure if her answer was accurate but somehow she felt saying that as she really felt that way. He on the other hand was amazed on how remarkable she was… He always knew her silence and hesitation had more to it than meets the eyes..
“She took a deep breath. She never knew nervousness the way it felt that day, rush of million feelings and then nothing… the escalator of emotion driven too fast up and down and it was beyond her control.
But that was it. She told herself.
That moment was her’s and she was ready to capture it… she was ready to live it!
One last glance at the mirror and she strode gracefully through the hall, holding a bouquet of wild flowers in one hand and the side of her white satin gown in the other. The pearls she wore added a touch of exquisiteness in her appearance and her eyes twinkled like the brightest stars, their shine against which was no match, the shine of 22 carat diamond ring!! Her steps were slow, very measured as if she was walking on air and her long veil and gown tail rustled as she walked and there wasn’t a single sound! Hundreds of eyes marveled at her beauty and hundreds of heart went out to her that night!”
“In life’s buzz I went through places and met people, I got indulged in chasing luxuries for my life… sometimes it became obsession, so much that I consoled my endless desires with Mercedes cars, puffy branded robes and diamonds and gold that I generously showered on acquaintances … I forgot the real joys in this race. I forgot how enchanting it is to enjoy a cup of coffee on cold mornings or how soothing it is to embrace your beloved… I forgot the simple joys and lost myself… And here I am today twenty years later, standing far far away from life’s ‘liveliness’. The heart warming joys and memories to cherish? there aren’t any. I have everything and yet I have nothing at all!”, he lit another cigarette when he finished his sentence. It was like burning the cigarette and turning it into ash would sooth the agony that burnt inside him.
The audience was awe struck. No one has seen this blunt side of him and it was the very first time he wasn’t superficial. He wasn’t plastic, someone glamorous basking in attention of millions for his heart throbbing personality… He was less Hollywood today… He was himself!
It was late September. The crisp wind started to blow and the mornings were more misty and more chilled. Like the spell of falls has broken and it was spreading through every inch of life present on earth. The windows were now shut in an unwelcoming way and the wind would knock on the window glass every now and then as if it were the late evening guest one was expecting…
The houses, you could see down the hill, stood in magnificent rows and glistened with warm glow of light as soon as the sun sank in the West and one could sense the fragrance of hot coco spreading in the environment and could hear the cracking of nut shells and people enjoying the taste of cashew, walnuts and peanuts!
Kids wore heavy coats and gloves and their cheeks were tinged in shade of pink and lips were cherry red! Everything and everyone seemed to be embracing the season turn and people were filling their hearts with warmth of love and affection as they sat by the fire place listening stories and enjoying the light conversations.
Everyone felt glee except her. She didn’t look much changed. The glum look did not go away. Rather she looked more pale and more cold. Lifeless as ever. The fact perhaps was that in her house the falls had lingered too long. Life had frozen to ice and cold spread in her soul… She was like that weird book with a very odd book cover and people would judge the cover first and leave, never really caring to read the profound words…
So she was struck by a very different fall… The falls that had lingered too long…
I hear a silent call,
of the auburn fall,
it is grasping the atmosphere,
Mellow fog is spreading everywhere,
Silent night and quiet leaves,
The hush of wind, as if life ceased,
Chimneys are now ventilating smoke,
No sea breeze or sun stroke!
The season is taking turn again,
Then will come the December rain,
The leaves will turn to crisp soon,
Walks in lonely night and full moon!
Some words I’ll write on rainy days,
I’ll fall in love with the morning haze,
Some words I’ll write on the birds that’ll chime,
I’ll love cold mornings and crimson sunshine,
Coffee mug and a book to read,
I will step on the fallen leaves,
And when December will come to an end,
I’ll miss it everyday of the year again!