How do I write the ending to a story?
Does a cleverly strung sentence with carefully picked words have enough strength to suppress an earthquake of the most sensitive yet powerful human emotions?
Can a comma do justice to a sigh or a semicolon for a lump in the throat?
Or a full stop put an end to a journey of emotions that has not ended?
She respected his love that transcended years.
And was overwhelmed by the honesty of it.
To her, love- the beauty, the fragrance, the feeling- was a glorified figment of imagination, existent only in an imaginary world inhabited by emotional creatures.
For she was one among them.
To him, she was his first love.
The love he so fiercely guarded in his heart for years.
But then, life had moved on.
Fate had decided their respective lives, the way it wanted or maybe the way it should be.
It changed the backdrops and put in grey strands.
But the characters remained, refusing to return from their trip down the memory lane.
And they stood there smiling, from their hearts.
Though they never had the same feelings for each other, they knew their story wouldn’t end in tears of separation. Or agony. Or hatred that stems out of unkempt promises.
Or killed by incompatibility.
It just will continue to flow.
Glistening in the sun rays and soaking up the silence of the moon…
Like a calm river.
Does a cleverly strung sentence with carefully picked words have enough strength to suppress an earthquake of the most sensitive yet powerful human emotions?
Can a comma do justice to a sigh or a semicolon for a lump in the throat?
Or a full stop put an end to a journey of emotions that has not ended?
She respected his love that transcended years.
And was overwhelmed by the honesty of it.
To her, love- the beauty, the fragrance, the feeling- was a glorified figment of imagination, existent only in an imaginary world inhabited by emotional creatures.
For she was one among them.
To him, she was his first love.
The love he so fiercely guarded in his heart for years.
But then, life had moved on.
Fate had decided their respective lives, the way it wanted or maybe the way it should be.
It changed the backdrops and put in grey strands.
But the characters remained, refusing to return from their trip down the memory lane.
And they stood there smiling, from their hearts.
Though they never had the same feelings for each other, they knew their story wouldn’t end in tears of separation. Or agony. Or hatred that stems out of unkempt promises.
Or killed by incompatibility.
It just will continue to flow.
Glistening in the sun rays and soaking up the silence of the moon…
Like a calm river.
