Reflections of a Dead Autumn

So I went back by the bridge today.....six months after the shades of last fall, to make my peace with my world. The air was crisp as I took, slow but steady steps towards the much coveted spot by the handrail. The bells in the downtown church struck a myriad tunes, as the veil of dusk stealthily covered the evening sky. I walked past two smiling shadows sitting on the lone bench facing the other side........

It had been a tough couple of days. Behind all the laughs, that I had hidden myself in, I knew I had really wanted to let go for sometime. A close friends’, dad had been detected with cancer.....and his pain had numbed me completely for a while. I hadn’t seen or thought about death from so close a distance, for quite sometime. For me too, it was one of those things that always happen to other people - never to you, or someone close to you. Only when the myth breaks, do you realize, that all the woes of your life – are so trivial, so nonexistent, so futile - compared to the transiency of life......compared to this one fact that someone, soon, might not survive?

It’s funny, how I thought, up until a few days ago, that my differences with R were perhaps the source of my deepest pain all my life.....and that I would do anything to just get out of the situation I was in. And then, this happened. Now, I think, life, maybe is too short for differences in the mind....what is losing touch anyways, compared to the fact that, someone this moment, is losing life....

Somewhere in the distance, I watched yet another day die. The sky donned itself in a blanket of vermilion, and the sun hid a smile behind the grim confusion of the woods on the riverside. The reflections of the trees, stared at me like illusions, in the mirror of my life – a lot more profound than what they actually looked like?

As I left them, I silently let out a cry – maybe, tomorrow, everything will be fine.....