THE DAY AFTER

THE DAY AFTER

It was all about waiting for the day which was never to be, we talked about it we thought about it almost every day, it was going to be a new beginning. We wondered how would it change our lives and minds, sometimes we were casual about it and sometimes pretty serious. We lived that every day before it finally came. Then the day came I started my journey as to see what we were waiting for, I got delayed by every possible means traffic congestion on road, trains not running and flights running late, finally by the time I could reach the place I just got a glimpse of the day but still not what we were waiting for.That night we again talked about the day and we discussed how the feeling has not still sunk in, may be seeing is believing and we still had just the news not any glimpse of it. Time moved on the and then came the next day, I got up unsure of what is in the store today. Soon I got an unexpected call, I obviously rushed and then I was told what shook me.I had no time to think so I just reacted and again started a battle in a bid to save the dream we had seen for that day we were waiting for. I never realized before that day that breathing is so difficult I felt weight on my breath as I was carrying someone else also along. My breath was heavy, my mind working mechanically and my heart filled with prayers to save the day. Every moment we dreamt of ran in front of my eyes in bits and pieces and looked so real as if we lived through them.Suddenly I found myself running for life though not my own but it was so connected, with every moment a sadness was sinking in but hope was still alive in a corner. Breathing again became difficult, all the air in atmosphere was not enough to support just one breath, and it all appeared illogical. The hope started shrinking and I watched it dropping, the rise and fall got entangled with heavy breath and finally the entire struggle put in was lost against the inevitable. All that heaviness moved up to my throat and eyes. It was not raining but I was drenched in my thoughts and in my tears. Soon, all I came with was handed over to me wrapped up and frozen. I wished my tears could warm it up but that was just a wish. I travelled again to an unknown place, there was still water in front of me and some running in my eyes. It looked like a stagnant unmoving river with vast sandy banks, something was screaming overhead I raised my head and saw many vultures circling around. Seeing this the weight in my hands grew heavier, I bent down to lower the weight into a deep pit and all the thoughts came to my mind again. How many dreams we had seen how much pampering we had planned to give but here I was leaving my new born daughter buried deep under. The wind slapped me on my face and I suddenly realized that the day we were waiting for has come and gone.The day after, this text came out of my heart as imprints of my tears, I wrote this because tears cannot be preserved but probably this way they can be.