The pink sky... reflecting on the sea.
The pink sea... reflecting on the cruise.
The pink cruise... dissolving into the view.
The only thing that stood apart from this pink world, was her white translucent dress and her silver hair, dancing to the tunes of the soothing breeze.
This was the definition of “picturesque”.
Meera had lived a good fulfilling life, surrounded by a huge circle of family and friends.
She loved with all her heart and was loved back.
She cared for everyone and was cared for.
She had everything that anyone could dream about.
And yet, there was that one corner in her heart.
Deep, deep inside, where no one could ever find.
Cos no one ever even thought to search… cos no one ever knew it was there...
That dark corner, harbouring a wound which could never heal. A loss that could never be overcome.
Him. His presence. His voice. His gaze. His breath. His touch.
All lost on that horrible day when the mighty ship sank, taking him with it, away from her, forever.
It happened a lifetime ago, but it felt like only yesterday.
Her tresses brushed against her shoulders, the dress tickled her knees,
The gentle breeze tried to wake her from her thoughts and break her from her resolve.
She watched all around her. Wherever she could see, there was only the ocean.
No sign of land, no sign of life. And yet she knew.
She knew this was the place where she lost him and that it was time.
She was ready for ages.
As the sun started setting, it lit the sky on fire, turning it a blazing orange.
She closed her eyes so she could see.
She stretched her hands back and held her head up readying herself to fly.
Her calm smile spoke of peace, as she was finally going back home.
Her eyes shed silent tears... of joy, of victory, of success.
The air around her started getting warmer, engulfing her into it like it was her own little cyclone.
She kept hearing melodies.. lilting notes, all of which seemed to take only one name… His.
The universe stopped spinning for a brief moment, that lasted for an eternity.
A shiny fragment flew out from her cheek and went up in smoke. Followed by another one, and another one.
She slowly disintegrated into thousands of flickering fragments that dissolved into nothingness.
She stopped existing.
She stopped existing in this world. Or did she enter a world of perpetuity?
Was this happening to her or was she doing this?
Was the heat emanating from her? Was she the one singing, calling him out?
Is love one of the many chapters of life or is love the very fabric of the universe onto which all life is woven?
If so, can love be so powerful that it can tear that fabric and break the rules of nature?
In the end, all that remained of her was her dress, now resting on the deck of the cruise.
It was obvious. She committed suicide by jumping off the cruise, leaving her clothes behind.
Though some people claimed to witness her vanishing into thin air as she kept chanting his name ...
“Krishna…!"
- Piyu.