A Hopeful Despair

He rose slowly & steadily, careful enough not to wake her up. She stirred mildly and turned over, her hair falling on her shoulders in ripples. He sighed as he looked at her glowing face. She was smiling. He got up a little and then he heard his favorite music, the chirping of birds. They flew across him, away from their homes in search of food for their loved ones. He looked at them with a lovingness in his eyes, wanting to fly along with them but he knew he had more important things to do.

She was starting to feel his absence, but she didn’t open her eyes. It happened everyday, it had to. How beautiful the last night had been, cool, calm and serene. She didn’t want him to go for she longed for him, but she knew it was the longing that made their love so special, so strong. She lazily opened her eyes.

There were no clouds in the sky, the month was June. The day was to be sunny and hot. The wait was to be long and patient.

He climbed, all orange and red. The sea was shimmering with the morning light like a million diamonds rolling on a black floor. He climbed further, the orange fading a little, giving him a tinge of yellow. The number of people bathing on the ghats increased. Ladies and sadhus took a dip in the Ganges and then with cupped hands offered water to the rising sun, to Him.

She was fully awake now. He had gone for his work and here she was, waiting for him to come down again. Although he was no more with her, she could still feel him, his warmth. She saw him rise in the sky, all yellow now, shining brightly and she felt herself burning, with his heat, burning with the desire to have him again in her arms. And then, the stampede began.

People scurried, thousands, millions, billions of them, running around from place to place, for the sake of their work, for the sake of their loved ones. Some simply walked on her, some used automobiles. Some sat in their plush offices, some dug holes in her, taking the earth out and laying the foundation for the high-rises. He, too, was at his maximum now, blazing, raining fire. It was his work. She burned, and he hated it. But he couldn’t do anything. He never mixed his professional life with his personal. I will make it up to her tonight. She understood, waiting.

The time had come, he was coming to her. She loved him like this, orange and red. He looked adoring. He came down slowly, making every passing second a million years. She knew it would be a great night. It always was.

He went down on her, going over the mountains and down the valleys. She loved it. She loved every bit of it. She closed her eyes, enjoying it. Night fell. She wanted to cry in exhilaration, the waves hit the shore.

I never loved him more, she thought and smiled. She thought it every night. They slept in each other’s arms, waiting for another day full of the longings and hope, and another night full of its products.

Picture Credits: Ankit Maheshwari

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5 responses to “A Hopeful Despair

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  2. Brilliant personification. Sun and Earth relation is kind of cliched but your delivery is slick. To the point, the right length for a short story. Great surprise cleverly veiled in the first few paragraphs; read such a one after a long time. Awesome one…
    …but I wonder why no comments??!

    • You know what…. you have given me immense relief….
      I was beginning to think that one of my most beautiful creations have gone unnoticed! And in general it’s because of my lazy friends!! 😛 They don’t want a story to read, in fact one of them like a poem saying it was short… 😛
      Anyway, you enjoy… and thanks…

      • Wait a second dude…I just discovered from your “prologue” post that you’re a professional writer. OMG! Congratulations…you are a big shot, whoa!! Where can I get a copy of your book, Sire? And please put up more of those short stories of yours here on your blog, please please or bring out a published collection…they are adorable. Thanks 🙂

        • you almost made me a wannabe… I hope I was a big shot!! 🙂
          and Madame, you spoke out my intentions!! I am actually going to publish the posts with the same name as the blog!! but i m waiting for some more stories to write, afterall, I am lazy too!!
          And it seems i can’t thank you enough for your adorable comments! 😀

          P.S. : If you really want a copy of my book, check the Welcome page! and yes, do order one! 😀

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