The Real Thief

The Real Thief
There was nothing warm about the silent winter afternoon, nor was there anything special about it, and yet we were shivering with excitement. The two of us were huddled together in a cosy corner of a room near a heater. There was a typical glow from the heater that animated her face till it became more livid and lovelier than I had ever seen it before. It reminded me of the time when she was going through my first e-mail on her mobile device. I was lucky enough to witness the transformation my words effected.

The communique confessed a lot of emotions burning within me, while the blush brought out a lot of feelings she couldn’t confess using words; she could never write them, nor say them out. The colours on her face were enough to say all she wanted to.

For the present moment, we held each other’s hands as tightly as a baby clutches your finger if you let it. None of us wanted to scythe the contact, and luckily, there was nothing to severe the contact. None of us was prepared to let go of the moment. We had found something better than El Dorado, the mythical land of gold. Both of us were shivering with excitement, although we were close to a strong source of heat.

 There was a reason for her to be happy at the moment, and I’m glad I  was the reason. She was happy to be with me, at least for the present moment, and somehow, I didn’t want the incumbent moment to pass. The warmth radiated by the heater did the trick of bringing a blush on her face all the same. I was seated on a chair next to her while she was musing over all powers she once held over me. Time had changed, our priorities in life had changed, our responsibilities had changed, everything had changed. We were no longer the carefree celibates we once were. A lot of the world had changed and quite a bit of it had assimilated itself into both of us.

There had to be a change in our outlook towards the world. There were to be a lot of additions and subtractions in all important entities there are in our worlds. It had to be synchronized for us to be happy. Both of our worlds were going to be viewed with both of our eyes, but we were to see the same scene every time we looked out of the windows of our lives. Happiness was to enter us through the same gates, which had been thrown open for us. This was certainly a change from our perspective of the world we held a couple of weeks back.

There was a time when I was prepared to lay myself to death for her sake. There seemed to be no end to the efforts I was prepared to  make a smile flicker on her face. The world had changed, and so had our outlook towards it. I was still prepard to give everything I had to see her smile, but my priorities had changed now. They had to be synchronized with the changes she brought into my life with herself.

They were short and brief bursts of sunshine in the cold winter days: the days were always shorter than nights, but they brought with themselves a typical thrill and excitement encapsulated in all this. The length and duration of days and nights is bound to change as time steps ahead, and so will the thrill and excitement there was in our initial contact. It is bound to be tempered with time, and we will come to agree to a specific dose suiting both of us.

The thrill was enough to last a century, but nothing can ever bring back those moments. There was a scintillating excitement encapsulated in each and every second. It is never to be back in any form. Time flew on wings none of us could possibly clip, however much we wanted to. Secretly, I’m glad it is all over. Our past doesn’t have only good and golden moments. There have been moments when we have wished to be buried under the ground we stood on.

I don’t think either of us want those moments to be back in their original form for it was accompanied by several negativities, none of which are welcome today. All said and done, there is a typical nostalgia for those days within both of us today. For a while, we seem to have forgotten all the negativities associated with those days.

For now, we clung to each other’s presence like either of us was the only hope of survival in an ocean we were sinking in. None of us is prepared to leave the last straw of hope and survival even for a fraction of a second. The time is sure to come when we were to leave each other’s hands, and time is to engulf each of us in its embrace. This was something that is destined to happen with us just as it was to happen with everyone else.

There is a lot to happen in between the two ends. Time is sure to take away all the joy and excitement it brought with itself. There has to be a way to capture time because this is the only way to capture all the fun and excitement. There is a typical ecstasy associated with the first contact. I don’t think it is to be back in any form ever again.

I simply don’t agree with those who say the joy and ecstasy is going to raise itself with the passage of time. Time rubs and erases the joy and pleasure associated with each passing moment. There can be no doubt of it. Aeons of time have snatched a lot of our joys, thrill and excitement. I wonder if they can be arrested for theft and sentenced to a period of rigorous imprisonment for this crime.

No one can ever do this. Time has always been independent of human interference.