seeing a figure walk by the dusty, deserted path
June 30, 2009
the woman pulled over her junk-of-a-vehicle and with a smile, invited the Stranger in.
It was on Its way to the helipad.
with a tight handshake and tighter seatbelts, the woman stepped firmly on the gas and they were on their way.
soon enough, they reached the helipad two hours and forty-one minutes later.
the woman and the Stranger got out of the vehicle where the helicopter was. the rotors began spinning, going to full-force in the blink of an eye.
the Stranger walked up to the woman and hugged her as tightly as It could. It placed Its hands on her left chest, and told her to close her eyes.
very reluctantly, the woman did so.
*
the woman and the Stranger talked about the moon, the stars and the sky. they talked about their families, their friends, people whom they have just met. they talked about their dreams, their hopes, their aspirations. they talked about philosophies, theories and secrets the World didn’t know. they joked and laughed until the World shattered. they talked about their regrets, heartbreaks, and cried together. one became an ear for the other, and the Heart was reverberating.
sometimes they argued, and fought, and tore each other apart.
silence.
they then went back on to talking.
sometimes all they heard were the running of the vehicle engines.
the woman and the Stranger didn’t mind – in fact, they liked the silence, of not talking every now and then.
sometimes they would stop the vehicle by a route less-trodden and make love in the backseat.
all these happened during the journey.
the woman knew that the time would come, eventually.
*
when she opened her eyes, the helicopter was gone.
and so was the Stranger.
the woman knew It would never come back. nor would she see It again.
a water droplet fell from the World and splattered on her right cheek.
the woman got into her vehicle, tightened the seatbelt and pressed on the gas.
steering with her left, she brought across her right hand and placed it on her left chest. crusing amidst the now muddy and splotchy roads, the woman smiled.
the Heart reverberated like there was no tomorrow.
