The sun could not have been shining brighter that day as i lugged my beat soul through the lone meadow that noon. There were waves of unnamed unexperienced emotions that loomed around, coming in flashes and then disappearing just as fast as they had come.
No huts, no sign of life around that day save for one withered stand-alone tree. The tree had seen much come and go. It knew. Unimaginable things, things that could make men shudder, fall to heir knees and cry, and then those that soothe wailing babies at night. It was calling me unto, so i gave in submissively and began to walk towards.
My eyes fell upon what i thought was a mirage. No, not those that erupt of sands but of flesh and blood. My gaze was transfixed on him. It wasn't his hazel eyes that drew me to him, that left me in limbo - it was thouse things that they held, secrets, power, nurturance, answers and those things that are and will be unknown to the world.
and in that moment, i knew that everything i had done up until then was meaningless, like my existance without him was incomplete.
He smelled of spring and evertything that it brings along with it - flowers in full bloom and mildly dampened earth.
That moments when our eyes met, i knew that his had penetrated my soul and had already visited every single cell of my existance because i had done the same and with those eyes alone there were no parts of our bodies and souls left untouched. This encounter was not of chance, it was meant to be. There would be a black hole in the universe, if for some reason, this were to not happen, because our entire lives lead just up to this. No one had to speak. We walked towards the tree in silence. We knew what was to be done and almost as a divine sign or to leave us to our solitude, the sun dipped behind the dense clouds. It was a moment where darkness and light met.
He was my Shiva, and I, his Shakti. Like lost pieces of one whole, finally coming together. When I was angry, he was peace, and when he ego, I humility. A co-existance in harmony.
At 60, as we lay in bed, legs tangled, drinking from each other, we seen the lines deeply etched on each other's faces - each line talking about a lifetime lived - of creating a different world for ourselves. Far away from the perverse. A world of constant changem, unbounded love, brimming joy, of creation. And then the momnets of meaningful melancholy where we would together dwell. Everything was, yet nothing had to be. Complete yet infinite. Nothing was spoken, yet nothing was left unsaid.
We would still stand everyday with open arnms, till death momentarily took us away, only to come together again at another point in time.
Saakshi sharma
