Crestfallen, browbeaten and savaged mercilessly by the realities of my life, I skidded uphill the road. As the tempest skies bellowed heavy rain, I crippled. The clanking engine suddenly hauled near an abandoned barge. Drenched in rain, I scurried to the wrecked barge .On approaching inside, a dim light from a lantern revealed a silhouette of a man. As I approached him, he turned around and looked at me. An intolerable feeling overwhelmed me once the light shone on his face. The same pointed nose, the same marked lines and the same black hair flickering around a tanned, hard-boned countenance. Questions forayed in to my mind, and died embers of my past became burning red flames once again. Aghast and with apathy, I asked “What are you doing here?” he replied, “I came back”, I then said “For whom, there is no one who needs you here.” He said “No there is one whose eyes need light and whose heart needs hope.” Dead beat, I cried “Who?” he walked up to me, held my hands and said “You”. His words resonated in my ears and I could feel the surge, the upheaval above the entangled and crumpled remnants of my life. The man who was once a cohesive part of my life and then became a ruin of my history just reentered my formless life and resurrected me-this was my rebirth! I immediately embraced him and my troubles vanquished. The rain went clattering on but somehow the wind of the chilly monsoon night warmed two estranged yet inseparable souls.
~ Amrita Sarna
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