Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

You and I are sitting on the beach. Nobody is saying a word. The wind is piercing through our body and soul, providing a sense of calmness and relaxation. You are glancing upwards; towards the blue serene sky with clouds hovering around in the distant horizon. You are just staring at them like an eagle waiting for its prey. I don’t know what you are thinking about right now; but I know one thing for sure; sitting here with pin drop silence besides the sound of the cooling breeze, is giving you immense relief and internal peace. I can sense that air flowing from your side; it breathes peace and happiness. 

A sense of serenity has enveloped your round face filled with a lot of mysteries clamped beneath it. I can observe a hint of smile on that pretty face of yours; maybe you’re thinking something nostalgic, of the past days. 

I wonder why you are so silent sometimes. You just don’t open your mouth for a long time as if you are on a Mouna Vrat or something. This state of yours is reminiscent of my childhood days when I rarely used to talk in front of people. But it feels nice though, sitting here, doing nothing; away from all the hustle and restlessness. It feels like I don’t need anything in my life anymore. Just you, I and the cool ocean breeze passing through us each and every second like waves. 

When was the last time we just sat like this? I possess no memory of it. That memory of us sitting here all alone is pushed back to some dark corner of my subconscious; unable to be restored. That memory has undergone many years of overlapping with other newborn memories; being repelled into the thin membranes of my worn out mind. 

In the distant horizon, there goes a boat with some people on it. Their silhouette against the blank blue horizon looks beautiful as if they are inside an abstract painting of a mad artist. The picturesque causes a stir inside my veins even if it doesn’t bear any meaning or purpose in my life. 

Now I look back at you again. But I see nothing different. It’s the same expression plunged on your face like some make-up paste. You are absolutely drenched inside your own world; completely oblivious to your vicinity. You look like you are completely lost in some other worldly realm that is there in front of you at the moment, but only you can see that. Not even I have the ability or vision to observe that otherworldly dimension. 

Suddenly I feel all alone, even with you. I feel like you are there and simultaneously not there. Your presence is starting to instigate a mystery within me. But I restrain myself from this science-fiction like thoughts. Maybe I have read too much sci-fi recently. 

I call your name to regain your attention, but you don’t answer. You’re still indulged in your otherworldly interaction. Even if you don’t say anything, I don’t mind. At least, you are happy and relaxed after such a long time. That’s what we need at the moment. No need to rush. 

Now, the cool breeze begins to completely wrap our bodies as it starts to grow a bit violent and stormy. It seems as if the breeze wants to communicate with me; it wants to convey some message to me. But what is it? I have no damn clue. 

Then I look at you again to tell you to go home as the wind is getting stronger each passing minute. But what I see is a face, devoid of any expression or emotion; as if you don’t want to be told to go back again to that restless world; as if you have been transported to that mysterious realm of yours through some multi-dimensional portal; as if your inner-self is almost gone; never to come back, leaving behind the physical-self of flesh and bones.