Mind Frame

Hain saanse parinda, Pinjra jism sa, Sama ik sadi hai, Utarta ik shan sa... (Our breath is our body imprisoned like in a cage, Moods are like seconds descending from time)

Is it true? she questioned, clutching my finger, draining it white as though hope would drip from it.   'Yes' I remarked, 'they have gone' only to see hope fade from her eyes. Where did they go? She asked me quickly. 'I wish I knew' I replied. 'Had I known, I would have tried calling them back.' Have you met them? She attacked in all earnest. I smiled. 'Unfortunately-no, but I feel good that I didn’t. Why regret missing them once they have left’ 'Why did they go away?' She stuttered and asked. 'Their friends took them for a walk in the forest, one by one all of them were lost- until there were none'. Did you all not try finding them? – she gaped. 'Is it not not unfair to not go after & find missing friends?' - she questioned in a tone that sounded more like a protest. ' Tigers  stay outdoors; I just hope they will find their way back one day’ I remarked. -Future Diaries - Part 1; Circa 2050

It was half past 5 when I saw her again; staring at her like I had seen her before, not amazed but somehow distracted, the kind when you see a familiar face in a crowded street. I stumbled. There were commonalities I thought we shared – lines of fate carved on her by the sands of time similar to those on my palms that had frequently prayed that a day like this come by. As I moved on taking deep breaths of air, I thought to myself what if this was the last? Had I seen her enough? Will I ever see her again? What if this moment was a present? Provoked, inspired and defaulting on time I chased her taking in wholesome views of whatever I could. Romancing her by the touch of my fingers or by the fixed gaze of my eyes she provoked me with whatever little I could see in the failing light of dusk. So I moved on chasing her wherever I could see glimpses. Reaching out to her till I touched her on the roses in her hair or passed the temple cow she had prayed to for centuries. Her beauty unraveled ...