He
called out for her, for his morning tea. She was neither to be seen nor be
heard. But he was yet to know about the wreck.
The
wait would not be long now, she thought as she saw him walking towards the open
glass doors of the balcony. And there, he saw her body drowning in a pool of
blood. Panic struck, he rushed and checked her breath.
‘Oh my god.
What could have happened?’
Helplessness
engulfed her as she heard his faint voice. Choosing a cozy corner, she
witnessed the events happening like a fast forward motion picture.
Kids arrived.
Weeping, mourning, and grieving followed.
As
they emptied her remains into the flowing waters she felt free. She found a
free and safe passage into her slice of heaven. Discording herself with the
bondages shared, mustering her courage, she set onto a lonesome journey.
Sailing
through a kaleidoscope of changing colours and patterns, she realized she had
lived in a deceptive momentary world. Apart from her body, from herself, there
was another important element, her soul, the only identity that seldom was
thought about.
The
soul, indestructible and eternal, transgressed blissfully in absolute harmony
with the universe.
