he was astonished to see what he has to walk in next few days. though he had enough harsh life before, he felt this might be last and first task which he wouldn't be able to complete. he waited, not under any shade because there was nothing. he tried to see as long as he can. some mirages flashed in front of his eyes, but till wherever he sees, it was endless desert. he has map, he has food, he knows where he can get water. still one dark, deep and dull feeling of hopelessness filled him. he closed his eyes, heard his deep breath until he heard something different than wind blowing and his breaths.
he saw another traveler. he or she? it was she. she was waring blue clothes, right from her head to toes. only life which was revealed was her eyes, fathomless. she asked, "should we start walking?" he responded with a brief grim and somehow started walking.
they were walking for last many days. they walk together, eat together, sit at each others side. talk about what life they had and their perceptions for life. at some nights, when moon was at it's best magic and chilling wind made them impossible to forget rhythms of their bodies, they searched themselves through each other. she was traveling to meet someone in the city which was at the other end of desert. he had forgotten hollow feelings he had at the start of the journey. he has put dreams in place of understanding. he has started painting images with words and illusions. desert often has such effect.
one day, both of them saw buildings of city where they were heading. this was going to be last walk of the journey. he has written a letter for her. they kept walking. last walks are bound to be nostalgic. her voice trembled. sometimes her fingers caught hold of her hand, as if she is never going to leave it. he recalled all those evenings and nights, laughs and silences, responses and quarrels. they reached from where they have to move on their own path.
and, now he looked at her. he was shocked. her eyes were exactly as they were when he first saw her. she cleared some sand on her clothes. he felt like one of those sand particles. she has removed desert, sand and him, within that moment. he was amazed and yet, he felt, this has to be like this.
they wished best life ahead to each other. they started walking on thier paths, now alone. he looked back. she wasn't anywhere in the sight. he looked back to desert. the point where he started was long back as if it was not there.
he saw another traveler. he or she? it was she. she was waring blue clothes, right from her head to toes. only life which was revealed was her eyes, fathomless. she asked, "should we start walking?" he responded with a brief grim and somehow started walking.
they were walking for last many days. they walk together, eat together, sit at each others side. talk about what life they had and their perceptions for life. at some nights, when moon was at it's best magic and chilling wind made them impossible to forget rhythms of their bodies, they searched themselves through each other. she was traveling to meet someone in the city which was at the other end of desert. he had forgotten hollow feelings he had at the start of the journey. he has put dreams in place of understanding. he has started painting images with words and illusions. desert often has such effect.
one day, both of them saw buildings of city where they were heading. this was going to be last walk of the journey. he has written a letter for her. they kept walking. last walks are bound to be nostalgic. her voice trembled. sometimes her fingers caught hold of her hand, as if she is never going to leave it. he recalled all those evenings and nights, laughs and silences, responses and quarrels. they reached from where they have to move on their own path.
and, now he looked at her. he was shocked. her eyes were exactly as they were when he first saw her. she cleared some sand on her clothes. he felt like one of those sand particles. she has removed desert, sand and him, within that moment. he was amazed and yet, he felt, this has to be like this.
they wished best life ahead to each other. they started walking on thier paths, now alone. he looked back. she wasn't anywhere in the sight. he looked back to desert. the point where he started was long back as if it was not there.
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