You left on an inky night. There was no defining moment, but it was all in bits and pieces. It was between limits of the space zone that we’ve had all this time. In fact, the seconds started running out the moment we sat down together years ago. It feels like so much more.
It seemed to be that part of the day when the lights seem to be brighter outside the port, people seemed to move slower physically but their faces carried the same eagerness as any part of the day to get to their respective destinations soon. However, none of this mattered. We did.
Amongst hoards of people skidding, rolling, taking calls and waving their lasts, surprisingly we just stood there.
It was the worst place to be. How can you exist at two places at once?
Here, we do.
Or more precisely, you do.
I understand the will to not move, yet be moved by the anticipation of tomorrow. This place is such that it pulls you partially inwards, beckoning towards the time and meridian stamped on the smooth paper in your hand.
That is done with an urgency that we repeatedly tend to ignore, we’re pushing our luck.
what pulls you back is standing beside you, all around you. And it is not just the people, the air or your love of your land that you’re about to leave.Those are just the immediate physical beings. It should rather be the outlines of all the souls we’ve come across.
They fall under three categories;
Souls we got lost in, then lost them too.
Those we wished we’d desperately get lost in, but found ourselves in.
Finally, those which we wished to find ourselves in, but were too bigger than life.
So we just remained in their shadows, the way we did.
Just like we still do.
And knowing the gravity behind us, the vacuum forward, I wish to provide this final impulse to you to propel the whole of you through, without any of the shadows following you.
The only part of this you should be keeping in mind is that you’re going to get out of the shadow of the final third category.
Those are their own master strokes and you’ve remained on their plates for too long, wishing to see past their success, triumph, genius and wealth.
This is all of what you’ve wanted to see behind their eyes all these years. This will be the failure, frustration, dumbness and poverty.
Those are the things that you keep injecting into yourself again and again.
Get the balance right, with the intention to always break past this inverse relation that drives the monotony of this world. But even if I allow myself to be sucked back into those antithetical means, I wish you take all of this with you.
No matter where the past points, forever face the little illumination on the cloth holding you back.
Let go of its sight, the remaining darkness would be too vast to get lost in.
The sanctity of your predicament in the other world is holy enough for it to be a sin if you even consider doing anything else.
Ironically, all of this comes from the person who has lived in the world’s monotony all this time.
But do understand that even if one might not be living in the direct blaze of harshest dreams, it would only take a box of lost chances and running in wrong shifts to appreciate burns of where you live.
Inverse relations, of course.
So it’s not you who leaves us, but us taking leave of you. We pull ourselves off of you, the bits sticking to you to be shed. Hoping only that the part of us absorbed in you remains true to their value.
To our memories; made, making and to be made, 3 hours and 30 minutes earlier or late.