Untangling the knot
I had been to the beach last night. Sat in the place where we often sat. There was a kind of emptiness. The sound of the waves hitting the shore didn't really hit the right kind of note it would hit when I were with you. As I sat and watched the moon slowly getting swallowed by the waters, I realised how much similar our lives was to the moon and the sea; the mutual attraction both of them have towards each other. How the sea jumps in joy at the sight of the moon every night and how the moon falls for this hyper excited, 'perpetually in a valence state' sea, that it can no more resist the energy of the sea and eventually gets gulped by it. I am unable to bear the pain of separation. I have never been this dull and silent, like the silent seas during new moon. I started walking back; I turned back to see if you were walking next to my footprints on the sand. I didn't see a second pair of footprints next to mine. I had a sense of emptiness and a sense of turmoil inside...