Mirth of the Moon – Leeba Benoy

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Author     : Leeba Benoy
Company : M-squared software and services
Email        : leebabenoy@gmail.com   

 


Mirth of the Moon

 

        My dreams are mine alone, enriched by agony and nightmares
        Engulfing and consuming my soul, the whole me.


His mind was blank while climbing the red-tiled stairs to reach the fifth-floor balcony. Usually, he took the lift but today feared it may take him there too soon. He could not make his pace any slower, but was almost similar to a tortoise; something he rarely did; his shoulders drooped, head down. Henna’s marriage is fixed. He felt as if the whole world has shrunken to that haunting thought only. Once he had made fun of her when she said ‘you are my soulmate’ telling she is so dreamy, but now he feels it like a thorn rubbed against his soul. She was indeed my soulmate.

Satya spotted her facing the ash-colored windowpanes, looking out into the lush greenery. He still could not believe she actually agreed to the marriage proposal brought by her distant “itchy-aunt”… Hearing the footstep behind, Henna turned around, looking directly into the pain-stricken eyes of Satya. Her eyes were glimmering; from excitement or tear, he couldn’t distinguish.  She smiled at him, her usual innocent playful smile. ‘Hey..’ she uttered. Her voice was dense, low-pitched than usual. Satya just nodded at her and turned to the window side, unable to cast his glare on her for long. They stood side by side gazing at the distant green trees moving in the air currents. He felt like blood rushing to his head. Is she going to invite me for the wedding? That thought almost crushed him into grains of sand, with which he and the rest hundred million population of the world were made from. Man feels he is the most powerful creation on this spherical earth, but even a minute virus can turn his fate upside down. Then why can’t the girl he loved?! Descendants of Eve, huh..! what more to expect?…..They remained in that posture for a long time. No words, no movement. Dense air surrounded them like the silent witness of some inharmonious process. She slowly caught hold of his left hand by her side with a tight grip. Her slender fingers pressed against his skin like hot iron burning even the most inner arteries.

‘When will I see you again?’ She turned her face and asked.

Satya’s inertial state was unbreakable. No reaction from his side. She couldn’t see any change in his expression. But deep inside his heart, huge tsunami-like emotions hit hard ravaging everything on its way. ‘My world is shattering and you want to know when you see me again…?’ his conscience yelled. How can she be this cruel? Did she forget everything so soon? Innumerable kisses and cuddles were just time pass for her? Is that it? I did not show that much attachment, its true, but still, I thought she knew how much I cared for her; how much I loved her. I was wrong, totally wrong. Wrong about everything.

Without any warning, Henna turned to his side, stood on her toes, raising her heel, took his face in her palm and pressed her lips on his. Wonder stuck at first, he responded to her kiss with sundry emotion of sadness and love. He kept her safe inside his strong hands making her drown in his heartfelt kiss. He felt his anger turning into love for her, which was the most blissful emotion for him. For them, the whole world stood still then. Nothing stood a barrier for that kiss. No religion, no status, nothing. They were just two souls loving each other with passion.

A moment later her phone started ringing, ‘So its gonna be for ever..’ He remembered the first time she talked about Taylor Swift. She could talk nonstop about Swift and loved her country songs. ‘Love stories are usually boring. The mixture of usual cliches and sentimental tie-ups baked together would not always turn the readers’ thumbs up unless they are rarest of the rare.’ She used to say. She always wanted to be a writer; someone who absorbed the energy from the actual lives of people around and to reflect her love for the world through the magic of words. That was her dream.  “Yea…. later… ok…. ” Her talking over phone brought him back from memories. She ended the call. ‘I gotta go…’ she said looking into his eyes. Her eyes were always dreamy. Like the fairy tales she wished for, serenity lingered in those brown eyes… Satya simply stared at her and uttered ‘OK..bye..’. Without another word, he started to descend the stairs, holding tight on the steel rails on the side. Reaching almost to the ground, he wiped his tears with the back of his palm. I really need a cigar, he wished.

Henna stood silently at the balcony watching Satya move down the stairs till he was out of sight. She already started that giddy feeling. The meds are working. After all, two hand-full of sleeping pills would not betray her. The world she wished to live was crazy about the power, status, and religion. Her parents’ threat was not that passive, but they really meant it. The choice had to be hers; whether to stand with her love and ideologies she believed or live as her parents wished. This nasty world is trying to part her from the truth that kept her soul nourished. The reason her heart still beat was him, Satya. Nobody can take me away from you, Satya, she wanted to scream. This world is deaf and dumb to everything which stands against the general public notion. She dropped herself to the floor there. She felt her vision blurring. Memories sinking down the soul like the lost treasure in the ocean. All she could remember was the first time she saw her Satya, near the green stadium, talking over the phone, laughing with his childish face. Whenever she was with him, she had some sort of unknown courage and happiness. She started to see the world in a new light. Her typical perspectives about life got polished every time she talked with him. She found someone who was as crazy as she was. Even the mere thought of him made her lips curve in happiness. She wanted to laugh aloud, as if making fun of the narrow-minded world and to let her last breath out in that never-ending laugh. She wished the milky shining moon out there in the sky would reflect her hysterical laugh to the entire world. Now, when her eyes shut for the last time, the only image she ever wanted to see was him, her Satya.

 

End.

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