Firefly

9.7.’19

Firefly

“It may have been just a spark –like a darting firefly tearing through the night. It may have been more for a while. But you are gone, like a few others before and after you,” he thought quietly as he sat on his commode. He kept realising or rather verbalising his realisation, “None of you whom I loved are ever gone or are in the past tense. I still love you all. Are you not a part of me? Have you not left your mark on me? Like the fragrance of a flower whose sweetness comes like a whiff in the summer air in the Doon valley?” Yes it is true and a smile spread across his otherwise long-drawn face. None of his loves are ever away from him; None. They are a part of him. He is more like them in many ways now than he was ever before. They have become a part of his persona in more ways than one. He now feels like them and talks like them in many ways. What or who he was not now he is. And that makes them stay with him. He kept thinking, “Is this not really a marriage that can never be broken for it never was solemnised in any court of law or religion: A marriage that never was can never be dissolved and yet it had been more than solemnised in their minds and bodies and they did become one. And this Oneness can never be set asunder by anyone, not even by him or his loves.”