When Day And Night Meet

When Day And Night Meet

          The light of the day had fled. I welcomed the twilight with open-arms as I stood by the window. I felt like someone who welcomes the end of a movie after the climax. There was a typical warmth of the sun that lingered for quite some time after the sunset in October. It was like retaining the values of a shot of a movie that has gone by even as a new one replaces the existing one.

She was sitting up straight after a hectic day. She had been introduced to a lot of new faces through the day. She was happy, though she wasn’t sure if she could have been happier. The truth is she didn’t have much of a choice.

She was symbolic of the Indian school of feminity or of Indian woman herself. She had accepted her fate. We were unlike each other, and yet the bond of marriage had brought us together. She seemed to be completely devoted to me, but I wasn’t sure if I can get over the last episode of my life anytime soon.

I’d almost run away with her. Societal dissonance and parental opposition to out union had reached a zenith when we finally decided to part ways. It was raining cats and dogs when we met for the last time. I held her hand quite tightly. This was the last time I was holding her hand, I knew. It     sent a typical thrill down my spine, something quite like the first time I held her hand.

The ecstasy negated all differences of religion and community typical to Indian society. She had a touch of rusticity in her manners that made her all the more attractive and yet widened the gorge between us.

I didn’t want to leave her hand, there seemed to be a gel that held the two of us together. I liked the utter simplicity she presented herself in. a slight blush came over her face as she got up; a sigh escaped her lips. She realized the mistake she had made, but one doesn’t weigh pros and cons when falling in love.

The torrent of rain nullified the humidity that preceded it. The weather got quite cool and pleasant when we finally decided to forego all affiliations. We didn’t have much of a choice. The Western society doesn’t frown down upon a relationship between an employer and an employee. The Indian society does.

The warmth of the sun faded away under the influence of the cool night after a while. I thought of the young lady sitting on the bed. She was to be with me through the cool night and the scorching heat of the sun. She was now a part of the most prominent shot before me. I decided to let go of the past for her sake. A cool night replaced the warm day.