The waves crashed onto the sand. Again. And again. She sat there, eyes closed. Inhaling the cool breeze that brushed past her open hair playfully, she watched the waves come at her feet, touch her and leave. The wind whispered undecipherable words in her ears. She saw the wet sand and scribbled her name on it. The waves washed it away in a flash. A smile appeared on her lips. Perhaps like the waves washed away her name, people are also wiped off their existence. It's so strange that sometimes you have to accept that the closest people are not close anymore, and a stranger can be closer than you ever imagined. She got up and brushed off some sand from her dress, and started walking towards the lighthouse in the distance.
People were like these waves. They came and went. As and when needed. Her existence was her only truth. The sole constant. Not even the name stayed forever. She sighed at the ring on her finger. She was not optimistic about Love. It was like these waves. A chase game gone wrong. She had experienced so.
She had heard him call out after her a few times. She didn't feel like stopping or answering. He had huffed and puffed to reach her and started walking beside her, carefully maintaining his distance.
< So, what's the plan?" He broke the silence. She just smiled. He frowned. "Where are we going?" "We... Are going nowhere." There was a certain monotony in her tone.
"But we are." He gestured at them walking. She had narrowed her eyes and stared at him. He'd skipped a heartbeat.
"You know what I was thinking?" She was still staring at the waves, but her words were meant for him.
"What?" He'd frowned.
"Why does the sea never meet the sky?"
umm why?"
"Because we all chase things we can never have, and the sea is busy trying to meet its shores." She Smiled.
"I feel otherwise. " His words made her stare at him and frown. "I feel that the sky and the sea are one.
They don't need to meet in a horizon. The sky paints the sea in its colour. The sea readily reflects him." He was happy with her wide eyes this time. He had successfully impressed the poetess.
"Why should the sea even want the sky?" She smirked. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"Because the sky can show the sea an entire universe. In all its mystery and magic."
"Magic is an illusion. Short-lasting and a lie." She stared at the sea again as they walked towards the lighthouse. She stopped suddenly.
"We should go back. We have come a long way." She stared at the hotel in the distance.
"We should walk to the lighthouse. Reach the destination we intended to." He had done the bravest thing, held her wrist to drag her. Thankfully, she didn't resist.
"You don't leave anything half done?" She asked with a frown as he let go.
"I try not to. Only..." He had stopped.
"Only?" She raised her eyebrows
"Some things are not meant to be finished. They are better left half done. "
"Like what?"
"Stories." He had smiled. " Short stories have an ending with endless possibilities after that. I like those half-done stories."
"You... Are strange." She concluded.
<Maybe so." He had shrugged.
"You know what I feel like doing?" She looked away.
"What?" He watched her stare at the lighthouse like a child longing for a balloon.
"Climb up to the lighthouse and sit there all day." She smiled like a child. "Imagine I am a seagull."
" Did I ever tell you that you are one of the most fascinating women I've ever met?" He held her wrist again. This time her eyes met his, and he felt nervous.
"No. You didn't. A lot of other people did, though. Also said I am quite lovable. From the way I think and talk. But they all ended up on the other side." Her voice trailed. She smiled sarcastically, "Maybe, you will too."
"Or maybe not." His hand had travelled to her palm, interlocking fingers. She smiled slightly. Or was it a blush? He couldn't tell. She swept off the hair falling on her face with her free hand and smiled.
"There, a few more feet, you will reach your destination, and we can go back."
"Who said I haven't reached my destination?" He smiled, holding her hand tighter. Instinctively, he expected her to let go. Like she had all these days. But today, as her red bangles brushed against his wrist watch, she had smiled. "Now, can we go back, please?" She shook her head.
People were like these waves. They came and went. As and when needed. Her existence was her only truth. The sole constant. Not even the name stayed forever. She sighed at the ring on her finger. She was not optimistic about Love. It was like these waves. A chase game gone wrong. She had experienced so.
She had heard him call out after her a few times. She didn't feel like stopping or answering. He had huffed and puffed to reach her and started walking beside her, carefully maintaining his distance.
< So, what's the plan?" He broke the silence. She just smiled. He frowned. "Where are we going?" "We... Are going nowhere." There was a certain monotony in her tone.
"But we are." He gestured at them walking. She had narrowed her eyes and stared at him. He'd skipped a heartbeat.
"You know what I was thinking?" She was still staring at the waves, but her words were meant for him.
"What?" He'd frowned.
"Why does the sea never meet the sky?"
umm why?"
"Because we all chase things we can never have, and the sea is busy trying to meet its shores." She Smiled.
"I feel otherwise. " His words made her stare at him and frown. "I feel that the sky and the sea are one.
They don't need to meet in a horizon. The sky paints the sea in its colour. The sea readily reflects him." He was happy with her wide eyes this time. He had successfully impressed the poetess.
"Why should the sea even want the sky?" She smirked. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"Because the sky can show the sea an entire universe. In all its mystery and magic."
"Magic is an illusion. Short-lasting and a lie." She stared at the sea again as they walked towards the lighthouse. She stopped suddenly.
"We should go back. We have come a long way." She stared at the hotel in the distance.
"We should walk to the lighthouse. Reach the destination we intended to." He had done the bravest thing, held her wrist to drag her. Thankfully, she didn't resist.
"You don't leave anything half done?" She asked with a frown as he let go.
"I try not to. Only..." He had stopped.
"Only?" She raised her eyebrows
"Some things are not meant to be finished. They are better left half done. "
"Like what?"
"Stories." He had smiled. " Short stories have an ending with endless possibilities after that. I like those half-done stories."
"You... Are strange." She concluded.
<Maybe so." He had shrugged.
"You know what I feel like doing?" She looked away.
"What?" He watched her stare at the lighthouse like a child longing for a balloon.
"Climb up to the lighthouse and sit there all day." She smiled like a child. "Imagine I am a seagull."
" Did I ever tell you that you are one of the most fascinating women I've ever met?" He held her wrist again. This time her eyes met his, and he felt nervous.
"No. You didn't. A lot of other people did, though. Also said I am quite lovable. From the way I think and talk. But they all ended up on the other side." Her voice trailed. She smiled sarcastically, "Maybe, you will too."
"Or maybe not." His hand had travelled to her palm, interlocking fingers. She smiled slightly. Or was it a blush? He couldn't tell. She swept off the hair falling on her face with her free hand and smiled.
"There, a few more feet, you will reach your destination, and we can go back."
"Who said I haven't reached my destination?" He smiled, holding her hand tighter. Instinctively, he expected her to let go. Like she had all these days. But today, as her red bangles brushed against his wrist watch, she had smiled. "Now, can we go back, please?" She shook her head.
"I have a poem in my head."
"What's it called?" He had asked.
He had nodded. It didn't escape him how she was not awkward. Or letting go. She had smiled. " A Love like Ours." His heart had skipped a beat. "It's in the sky and the sea." She added. He shook his head as she let go of his hand gently and walked ahead. This was the closest she had gone to confess anything in their four weeks of marriage.
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