The road is long

In the midst of all the chaos…somewhere deep down in the hearts of people, love rested. When they close their eyes, when silence falls, when darkness condenses in the darkest parts of the city… a hand approaches another and holds onto it. When an innocent face smiles looking at in the footpath, or an old couple talk in an indistinct manner between themselves, or when the blind couple from the nearby colony comes out helping each other to catch the morning train…he looks at and smiles. He looks at them, he looks at the sky and he looks at his hands. 

Standing inside the underground train he looks at the glass doors. In the half light of the coupe and the shadowy outside leaving behind…he finds his face in there. A pair of eyes underneath a dark hat. Cross-armed and still. Tight-lipped. An epitome of sadness, silence, darkness. The scenes change. The character stays.

What about this world? A couple walks in front of him, holding hands. It’s evening. A couple – fresh, alive, happy. They swing, around each other. They laugh, they smile, and they tease each other. He watches, as they kiss. He looks at his own hands, which once held someone’s. He looks at his palm, trying to see if they left any signs of them behind. He fails. He reminds of a stone which was put at someone’s heart to teach him the lesson of love. he smiles. And then he starts walking again.

Somewhere not so far away from all these, the writer watches. As he plans to weave a mourning tale out of people’s lives…or perhaps of particularly someone’s. 

And so does the actor, smiling from some distance, trying to pick up rare emotions. The magician, devicing tricks to enchant the mass. The lover, enjoying the romanticism in the tragedy of life. The madman, laughing at all the cruelties of life. And more faces, faded and non-recognisable. 

They come forward, look at each other and blend into him and create a perfect smile in his face. The one with heavy tears. His heart skips a bit, and then his steady hands take the tears off his eyes.

The road is long.      

- July 25th '12