On that sizzling summer night, a grope of slight breeze through window was soothing. He turned as he felt the wetness of the pillow. Sweat dripping down the neck had him drenched and even the bed was wet and cool. The setting had a strange contrast in it; coolness generated and enhanced by the heat. The air wouldn’t have such a cooling effect if the night had not been so sultry. He began enjoying the fleeting moment. He knew the cramped room will again be stuffy with the wind going away, and it occurred to him the shortness of life; a night, no matter how dark and hot, is a matter of a few hours. A day, no matter how bright, is a matter of a few hours. A fresh morning is only a span of two hours between five and seven; a romantic evening is just a stint of two hours between five and seven.
Even when life is fleeting, the ruthless night was dragging. A few hot hours of darkness seemed endless; no end of the tunnel in the vicinity. It occurred to him that life is short when it is enjoyable and it is long and heavy when it is unbearable. One who is suffering from headache wants his pain end the moment he pops a pill. But, it takes time for the pill going into the system and the span of the time is the length of the real life.
He needed a pill to rid the plaguing night. A memory of the beloved should have been the panacea. Alas! Her insensitiveness to his pain could only make the memory painful and paradoxically amnesia was the remedy. He struggled to forget the good moments he enjoyed with her because the memory was making him sleepless and complete loss of memory was the medicine for insomnia.
How cruel life is and how ostensible the mind is; if you try to forget something, it would only amount to an effort to recall it. The intent to forget makes the memory deeper. His razor sharp memory was a bane at the relentless night. The pounding reminiscence had life imploding on him and he was buried under the heaviness. There was no whimper of air as he gasped. He wanted to breathe easy, breath a fresh cool air. We wanted to come out of the room getting exposed to chillness of the dark night, heaving a deep sigh. But, how could he do that with his limbs not responding? The numbness developed in him just gave him the taste of death. He couldn’t even cry for help. He gave up even before giving it a try.
He tried to recall his favourite God; who is he? Earnestly, he had once felt love in the past and had likened love to God because the comfort it had given him was nothing short of divine happiness. But, where has it gone now? Why has it deserted him when he needed it the most? Why he is suddenly dumped to be lonely?
Love is with you when you love; it deserts you when you forget it. At the instance of its occurrence to him, the room lighted up as dawn broke. A slight breeze again blew through the window; his hand touched mobile phone, he dreamily searched the inbox; an old message dazzled; “You are a fool, because you have the habit of forgetting me.”
A deep sleep overwhelmed, he closed eyes with a smile that he could not resist.
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