We Create History

We Create History
I was a part of a never-ending saga while I held her hand that day. I didn’t have the faintest idea of it being able to pull itself for what seemed to be an eternity, but somehow, there doesn’t seem to be an end to the story. The story is going to be replayed by other characters and protagonists in the years to come, I know. I wonder if their story will go through all intricacies our story did. They may find a different end to their story. All the same, we were on our way to create what seemed to be a new history as each track we walked over seemed to be woven over some completely new points.

 Practically, each point added some amount of mirth and happiness to our kitty, though it did bring with itself its typical share of woes. A lot more waited us as we ran across the track before us. The only element of consolation in all this is that right now, she was holding my hands tightly as if she clutched on to her life; both of us were running as fast as our legs could move. There wasn’t an end to the ground we could run over, and thankfully, we had immense amount of energy to do it. We could maintain our run for an eternity.

We had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and it was finally here. It was like we had been waiting for a train on a platform. We knew it was to arrive shortly and take us to our destination. The train didn’t pause at our platform for a long time, but we were welcomed aboard by all other passengers on board with open arms. It was a huge consolation for us to realise we were not alone in the ordeal.

 We were happy when we realised we had finally boarded the train. We were finally on our way to a definite destination. It had been a long and arduous journey till that point. It wasn’t going to be any easier from now on, but what made everything appear to be easy was the  fact that we held each other’s hands. I thought of kissing the back of her hand as it held on tightly to mine; it wasn’t going to be difficult, it was to be a final kiss to my past, but what I badly wanted to kiss was the fore of her palms: I could see my future engraved on it.

For a while, I looked behind me, I was a bit wary of someone behind us, but there wasn’t anyone chasing us. We were all alone in our run. Practically, we were running away from ourselves. We were running away from our past, we were running away to a future that was quite different from our past and even our present. None of us had a better idea of the ideal world before us, but we were running madly towards it all the same.

It is to be an entirely different world we  are going to find ourselves in when we alight from a train we had hopped on to in our haste. We were ticketless passengers, there was certainly a fright of a rowdy ticket-collector who was going to push us off the train, but our company pushed away all our fears into a bottomless pit. We stood firmly holding each other’s hand in the coach. We were going to find ourselves on an unknown platform whenever the disgruntled official did his deed, but we were to be in it together.

I wonder if it is really going to be better than what we have left behind. It   was a  world thriving with people and happiness we were leaving behind in the hope of finding some more happiness. Basically, we were leaving behind all those opposed to our being together. Our run was a revolt against all of them. We were leaving behind a host of relations with many different people. A lot of them were going to be completely negated now.

None of them were going to be back in any form, I know, a huge sense of relief passed through me. I thought of slackening our speed, but she was bent on making a dash as if there was a finishing-line round the corner waited to be touched. I wanted to respect all her decisions now, I readily joined her in the mad rush.

There wasn’t a finishing-line to  be touched after all, nor was there a reason for the rush she seemed to be in. her haste signified her dissonance with all she had left behind her; a similar reason pushed me ahead too. We were never going to come back to the world we were madly running away from, this was certain.

I felt her grip loosen itself as she lost a bit of confidence in me. I clutched her hand a bit more tightly to equate the equations. She looked at me for a while. I found myself unable to answer any of the queries posed by her eyes as she turned to look at me.  I had to pace myself up a bit as we went round  a bend the next moment, I found myself out of breath in a short while, but I was going to be with her through all bends, twists and turns despite all my shortcomings.

I carried a huge amount of my past with me till that time, it had the potential to create havoc in our lives if it was carried any further, but none of our past was going to figure in our lives ever again. I threw it away with all my might. Our sprint was a cumulative declaration of our triumph over all that was gone. We wanted to welcome a novelty in our lives, albeit our consciousness of it having a lot of what we were running away from.

I hope we are able to extend a warm welcome to it.