In their bedroom where all the worldly materials seemed to wither away, leaving room for their souls to rest in once and for all. He sat on their bed, reminiscing the times his parents argued on the slightest things, ending it with a laugh, or a hug, or perhaps a slammed door. He smiled, watching the mental movie of memories play quickly in front of his eyes.
She was tender, he was rough, so they harmonised beautifully. He lit the fire of her frosty forests as she froze his flames. “What a shame” he thought, that his children didn’t get to meet their grandmother and only caught up with the last couple of years of their grandfather’s life. He took a deep breath and looked around the room to find a material piece to keep as a reminder of their existence in here, besides the place they inhabited in his heart. He looked into his mother’s journals that mostly contained non-sense, or minor matters describing unimportant events. He found himself sitting in the middle of mountains of dusty leather-bounded journals, holding this one journal that caught his attention, it was carved in fine writing “1951”. He started reading, flipping pages, secretly apologising to his mother for invading her privacy. He was amazed to realize that he is reading the journals of a wild woman, the kind of woman no one would think would end up being the person she was before her death. Until he reached those words she wrote:
Under the raindrops
The ice that contained the hearts melted
The crimson flowers blossomed
All the fears shattered
Leaving room for alluring words to invade
Under the raindrops
And the concealed starry sky
I fell in love with him
Everything was possible
Everyone was infinite
And all the ships in my oceans
Sailed to him
And the compass of my heart
Shook and spinned
Pointing north to him
Under the raindrops
And the cold breeze
He confused me
Like a rippled lake
He contained my waves
And he found me ..
He helplessly grinned, “on the same night” he said to himself. “They fell in love with each other on the same night, not prior, not latter. They fell in love with each other on the same night!”
© 2013 ALIA SULTAN
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