Standing At Her Crossroads
August 16, 2007
Standing at her crossroads
Ritwik:
“What do you do when you discover that the girl you loved has turned into a woman?”
It was simple for me — fall in love with her all over again.
In her tears I see the joy that surrounds the birth of a child. In her confusion I realize the slow hesitant awakening of the morning glory. In the pain of her reluctant steps forward I feel her nostalgia for the path that lies behind her. In the pristine impatience of her steps forward I see the glory that lies ahead of her.
The journey is meant for her and for her alone. She is the only one who walks so gracefully on that path. What am I doing here, standing on her crossroads?
What am I doing here, standing at her crossroads?
Shylaja:
He stands on my cross roads facing the empty path ahead. Our unwinding will had brought us together. It was decided that on such and such a day, he should stand on her road for their eyes to meet and forever long and belong in each other.
He stands, his eyes caressing my whisper that refuses to tumble upon my lips. He stands to kiss my limping leg’s painful limper. His arms are satiated with my burden, and in his strong arms I tremble. He stands.
Our footsteps kiss the untouched path where the green grass lines the horizon’s distant sky. A few understand, a few question but this is how we are complete.
Thus complete.
