“I looked”.
I woke up a few hours later. A hangover without a drink is as unusual as I am.
“But I could not find me”. I continued.
“What”, he said.
“ I looked for me but all I could find is you”.
“I know. That must have hurt”.
“What?”
“Finding me. That bang on your head when you fell down”.
“What hurt me. Finding you or banging my head”
“What hurts me is when you fell, I did not hear something hollow. I heard something not as hollow I am”, he said.
“But I love you and being you is…. is… what do you say….marvelous. No, its shocking. Its good.”
“I thought the same about you”
I sighed and broke him in pieces because his face was expressionless, featureless, as blank as it was in the bed time horror story when a boy met a person with nothing on his face, nothing like no nose, nothing, no eyes, nothing.
I loved him. Young and dynamic as autocracy is in a democratic country.
How could he love me. Am I not that worn out.
“I think I have started understanding you”, I said.
“Huh”, he laughed broken apart.
“No, really. I never thought of you this way.”
“I must not answer that”
“I hated you for that.”
“But I loved that”
“I know now”
“Too late to act but fine to consider.”
“Considerations are the hands of the god. Don’t hesitate extending.”
“I know now”
“……….”
“Don’t shout”, I said. “I could not hear you this way”.
“I loved what I did”
“Nobody else think its sane”
“Sinner does not always have sins in his account”, he said.
“Why do you always call me a sinner”
“Because that’s what I am. That’s what I have been called from the holes in the walls between the hearts of people. This I have been called by the mirrors who betray me every time I am in front of them.”
He faded. So did I.
You don’t know when you are right. You are right when you are not wrong.
