Balancing a guitar, the coke bottle, and themselvesâ€¦
â€¦ trying not to trip over the rocks, trying to steady nature to suit their unsteadiness.
â€œyeh shaam phir nahin aai giâ€¦â€, voices lilted, wobbled, and carried in the wind, fading out slowing over the moonlit ocean. The waves splashed the rocks gently, and the fine mist was spray after spray of pleasure.
â€œmein tumharey kareebâ€¦tum mere paas ho..aur kuch ho na ho, buss yeh ehsaas ho..â€ â€¦ Nothing could take away the perfectness of that moment.. Three solitary figures, perched on smoother surfaces where the wind had sandpapered away sediments, over hundreds of thousands of years. The waves beat against the rocks with the swell of the tide, like the lashings of clothes being washed by an old washerwoman whos penchant for cleanliness persisted with a passion.
â€œhont khamosh hon..aankhein kehti rahein..â€ – They stood in the distance, drinking in the horizon one last time. The bags were packed, the trunks were loaded – they gazed at the scene before them in an unsaid farewell – the short stint of sanity, away from the hubbub of normal life, was overâ€¦
In that unspeakable moment, standing absolutely still, unmoving, they saw – The distance between the ground and the sky didnt seem so far apart. IT was like peering into a painting..The moon was a flashlight peering through a hole in the sky, illuminating dimly all that surrounded them. The colours and textures changed, from rocky ground underfoot, to sand filled dustâ€¦ to soothing cool wind that whipped the hair out of their eyes, framing them like rugged red indians in their native spirited costumes.. To the silky sheen of the sky, where there shone a lone star.
The night was alive.. An irridescent energy glowed about them. There seemed to be this perfectness – the spotlight shone down in a steady orb, widening to encompass the tan sands, and the silhouette of the rocks the jut out of silvery waters. Every nuance, rivet, bump in the dark dark landscape stood out, poised as a ballerina in her perfect pose.
He smiled, and held out his handâ€¦ as if to say it was time to goâ€¦The other kindred spirit had already started on the journey backâ€¦
She stood still, almost as if pleading.. just two minutes moreâ€¦ Just a little moreâ€¦
At last, with a sigh, she savoured the last momentsâ€¦
She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes tightly shut, and opened them suddenly again – almost as if taking a picture, capturing the memory forever, in her pensieve of dreamsâ€¦