Of Light And Darkness

"The darkness that is there outside. . that is me. But isn't it so deep. Deep indeed with secrets. Which absorbs and taken in and like any black hole, the darkness was once a shining star, shining bubbling, radiating all its light, burning itself to brighten around. Some human hearts are so, so many fission and fusion reactions go on and on in it. "

She told it staring in to his green eyes.

She goes to see him every day. She was just his peer support, his companion to talk if ever he needs.

She would come in after her job and make coffee some Egg sandwich for him or heat up what ever is kept and starts the conversation.

He would mostly listen.

He used to be a military intelligence officer. Got in to terrible accident and became wheel chair bound.

She would never allow him to sit in a corner, even not time to stare at the sky and brood over.

He would say "those dreams they come night after night, it would make my bed damp with night sweats and I would go through the pain again and again.

She would ask him "why don't you re start the pills. They were he

lping "

He said "do you think popping pills are a solution to everything ?"

Then they decided he would write his thoughts down. When she would come she would type it all down.

His childhood, the willow tree, the attic that smelled of Irish whiskey, the way his mother would be drunk and yet say on and on The rosary. . .

They were an Army family. He was an Irish descendent, both parents. He would describe his mother, siblings, his elder sister. . .

She would listen and type them. Other than that she would take him around the house, where places he can't accesss alone. Mainly the garden. He enjoyed the warm summer with her and they planted many a flowers. Sunflower, jasmine, marigold. . . so many kinds of orchids.

When autumn came she would take him for a ride among woods showing leaves orange, yellow and purple.

He would say, when you are around I seldom do feel m incapacitated, limited 

She says. . no you are never. Mind is stronger than body and no body knows its power. With mind you can almost win every mess around you.

You should not let your mind tie your soul to this wheel chair trapped. . . .

He says. . oh yeah you have given me golden wings of imagination 

And colours of nature. A canvass to dream on. . .

They would laugh then.

She would tell about her I had everything when I loved Ben. I did not know love could be lethal such devastating to one and it was not even a love. Or was it that Ben do remember her, care for her, still feel the same. . . . it was futile she told to think so.

I am like the earth she told ,silently bearing, even the hits that cannot be given back and keep the calm while volcanos of pain explodes with in. . the magma flows out but no one sees it, no one knows it is all happening. There have been times people deserted and deleted her. But she continues to walk on go on. . . with her stuff

"It took you years to realise don't you that it is you who can love you the best way and not a stranger. "

He asked her.

She said, I can be middle of any people, any ones lovers haters politicians, Mormons any group but be me in my little personal space.

He asked. . . am I there in that space She said you are sun that rotate on your orbit your own trajectory. Sharing your story to the earth until night comes and part them.

He would laugh. .

Once he said with a thousand hands I have hugged you and with million lips kissed you not realizing asking, for I felt sun always loved earth. . .

She said but there is always a moon in between and they both would laugh.

She would wipe his face with hot towel and resume their story but still in between she would say 

When this book comes out in would be story of the light and not darkness.

He said the darkness that enlighten the sparkle and make it in to a beautiful flame, the darkness that gives meaning to every beam of light that passes through it.

Their story ofcourse was of light and darkness. . . . .