Thursday, November 25, 2004

Epilogue

It was a season of goodbyes. Time had flown by so quickly. None of them had realised it. Within a few days they were all separated again. All gone back to their respective places, respective times, respective lives. Lives that were never meant to be together, never meant to meet, never meant to …

But they had. They had met. They had been together, even if it were for those few days, they had. They had defied all boundaries; real and imaginable; to come together for those few days and then they were separated again. Each back to where each belonged.

He felt sad about it. It was a deep brooding sadness, like one which goes deep into the body, somewhere behind the heart and beyond it and makes it weep itself to sleep. He cried silent tears as each of them departed and there he was left alone again, as he had always been but never realised.

Different lives brought together by fate. By chance. Never could they imagine that a thing like this could have happened. Friendships strengthened in a day, reinforced, and promises made to ones own self. The feeling of a whirlwind coming into your life and taking it by storm.

He sat in silence and thought about it all, all that had happened, all that didn’t happen, all that should have happened, all that could have happened. He smiled a sad smile to himself as he looked into nowhere.

And then his memory took him back to the day of the first arrival. The rush to the station, the traffic jam, the smell of the dirty hawkers, the buzz of traffic whizzing by on the other side.


9 comments:

Free Spirit said...

Ah, how well I can relate when fate plays its part and desire turns to hope, and hope is but that dead rose in winter.

Rachel said...

Mmmm this is soooo WELL expressed! Fate as it is, nothing less and nothing more. Bringing up memories to me as well... it's incredible how fate evokes the same powerless feeling insie ourselves. Yes, I like it very much. Thanks.!

Ubermensch said...

nice , can i link the blog?

Garrison Steelle said...

The best endings are good beginnings, are they not? Good work.

-G

Miss Qt said...

Something I really like about your stories is that anyone can relate to it. I so love the way you describe how the person feels. Things seen from the inside, it's like going into the person's mind. It's a great experience!

Diva said...

Very, very nice.
Universal yet intimate.

Akshay said...

There is truth in your writing .
""Within a few days they were all separated again. All gone back to their respective places, respective times, respective lives. Lives that were never meant to be together, never meant to meet, never meant to …""

Ubermensch said...

checked it out at leisure!!
great write-ups, i must admit not my type of style but great given how people are using emoticons to express themselves for words.
keep writing.

. : A : . said...

Free Spirit, Pandora, Queen Mo, Diva Drip - Good to know that you could relate to it. I tried to aim for universal emotions with this piece.

ubermensch - Thanks for visiting and all the commments. Look forward to having you around. Sure, you can link up.

Garrison Steelle - Thanks. Yes, the best endings are good beginnings.

Akshay - Thanks. Yes, this seems to be a situation that quite a few people experience and remember in their lifetimes.