Love .........

The sun was beginning to set, armoured by setting dusk of a golden tinge, dusted and beautiful but somewhere flagrant in mythic legends of a dark setting. He could only see water as far as he could see – tons and tons, gallons and gallons of water. Water that brought him a sense of calm and serenity …… water that was his source of living and running away, both personified in a single form of societal demonstration. Water, which for him had no meaning …… no meaning at all …… for things that you can feel never have meanings attached to them

His eyes were searching for something. Perhaps a log, a small wooden log, no perhaps a bigger log; he needed to sit. His limbs had started to give up, heinously he thought. His own limbs were betraying him, whom he had cared so much for, whom he had given the strength through continuous runs to sustain adversity. His own limbs were betraying him. His mind wandered a little, yes he was looking for a log …….

George loved sea. Born in a small village near the western coast of Goa, he had seen, desired, admired, loved and fantasized water for so long that he didn’t remember. Everything that mattered to him belonged there, engulfed and engrossed. He had one dream ….. and only one .... to be with water. Today he had just ventured out in the deep, ignoring the calls made by the local government of expecting a rough sea. For George it did not matter. He knew his waters too well. He loved them too much to be hurt. He had sailed far. Far off in his little boat randomly without much direction on a day that had carried winds on its lap. George’s little boat had lumbered on, somewhat telling him of what lay ahead. George had no ears to listen, the boat's pleading bore no heed.

It wasn’t till evening that the wind had castled its devilish spells of destruction. It had brought with it an army that was powerful beyond human imagination. It had power that could kill with one force, power that had no respect or appreciation for life, power that only knew annihilation. George saw it coming from a distant. He didn’t bother. He had no fear. He knew he would be sheltered. He rode over the first impact, never bothered even for a second. It was just a big jolt. He had felt them many times in his life. And as he looked aside he was hit again by a force as monstrous as a dozen of them before. George knew not what it was.

George was taken down by running streams of high pressured flow, deep down the sea level. He held his breath down living on his lungs that had sucked air for as long as he could remember, there was a sense of respect that said you too need a rest, defying nature and task that nature had allotted. The surface seemed relatively calm now and George was gasping for little breath of fresh air. He had lost all sense of time. He didn’t know how long he was there ……. Now he just let himself go as if released from hundreds and thousands of chain borne upon him. He sailed onto the surface. It was as calm and as serene as he had known it all his life. There was a sense of love in its eyes. Love that was pure, that was so pristine, that it desired nothing. George felt relieved for a moment.

He searched for some broken raft. He couldn’t find any. He thought perhaps it had been blown away. He lay still floating in the water like a bubble which just came out filled with air but no substance. He stood there embracing his love as if it was eternity blown into a single moment.

He felt tired now. He cursed every bone, every muscle, every feeling within him ….. never a feeling that water can engulf him ….. that was something he had bargained for all through his life.

He swam a little helped by the deserted blowing wind, stripped of all its vices. He stood and sailed …… and stood and sailed …… and stood and sailed for it was nearly dark now. Only a crimson in the blue horizon was left, barred and unattended. He could still see nothing but his love and suddenly there were green. Like a blot on the sea ….. spreading across. He felt a little tinge of jealousy that they could embrace her more than he could and he kept floating …. No desire, no hope but only trust sailing him through …..