I woke up at an odd time and i wasn't feeling quite the same. I drew the curtains aside, the sun had just come up. The birds had commenced to greet the new day by singing , and the leaves were moving. The summer winds had arrived, and it certainly appeared so. But they brought back memories of the past, the sunshine being a symbol of happiness, ( perhaps ? ) had shown signs of casting charms of trance and that mystic something, that filled my transparent soul with joy, and i could notice the sunlight passing through my body, giving energy to my soul. Capable of doing something, even the strongest opiate would not have the ability to.
Signs, Omens and that mystic something. How well they fit together, don't they.....?







"Hello"

'Hi'

"How are you?"

'I'd answer that, but first i need to know who's speaking to me?'

"To you? Not me, not me. My soul, my conscience, the signs, the path."

'What? I don't understand a thing.'

"Well thats because you don't try.... I'm an old friend."

'Old friend, i see. You must have a name?'

"That wouldn't be important in the least"

She laughs, and i picture her smiling face for a while. I'm interrupted by her voice, a few seconds afterwards.

'I'm fine, and what about you?'

"Good."

'What's good?'

"Good, to hear your voice again"

'And lovely to hear from you, i thought you'd never call me again.'

I'm skeptical that she think its funny. Her tone, however suggests otherwise.

'So, Suhel....?'

I'm shocked that she could easily make out who i was. I say nothing for a while, she speaks again.

'Strange, isn't it. You call me, i recognize who it is, we're talking after almost an eternity. So how can we share, a comfortable silence? '

"I haven't the slightest idea why. Maybe because i love you, and my love for you has consumed my whole self, so i have nothing to say. I just picked up the phone and dialed, and i don't know why."

'That's your part of the story. What about me then, how is it that i have nothing to say? And i don't believe you at all, you can't love me. You never did.
I'd say the frequent, 'i love you' because we shared a unique relationship. And what i mean is, we did. We don't anymore.
........Do you think i still love you?'

It's hard when you're people don't believe what you say, but what you did in the past, you have to live with today.

"See , you don't understand. I never meant to be trouble. And i didn't lie a bit when i said that i love you, and the problem is, teenage comes hand in hand with confusion. Sometimes, you just don't know what to do! "

My speaking is followed by silence again.

' Let me answer. I still love you. '


She hangs up. I try to recall the conversation. However, i fail to focus on anything now. We used to be best friends for almost 3 years. I start thinking about the years that passed, and the laughs we had together.
I stare at the horizon for a few minutes, from the rooftop, where i used to stand and talk to her for hours. It feels uncomfortable.
I decide to back to my room, and put on some music. The act of reminiscing can be depressing.



.....

I get off the bed. I check my watch, its 6:37 am. I find it very odd, as i normally get up around 9. Then all of a sudden i remember the dream i had. Did i wake up to sad reality? Nonsense. No longer did i lure into the past, for i knew, i didn't have Ariadne's thread to guide me back. Nor did i have the magical powers to foresee the future. The past was the past, and the future was unknown. I was living in the present, and that's all i cared for. I didn't long to be with her. I am happy she was a part of my life, and was a part of my happiness, as i always had enjoyed her presence. I wished her peace, and happiness, and smiled at the dream i had. 6: 49 am. How fast , time flies by.

I drew the curtains aside, the sun had just come up. The birds had commenced to greet the new day by singing , and the leaves were moving. The summer winds had arrived, and it certainly appeared so.
The wind is fresh, and brings something new with it. I go out, and feel it running through my hair, and embracing my body, and touching my soul. I know I'm living.



27th March, 2008.
Cardially Yours,
Suhel.