#9 ‘BreathLess’

ELEMENTARY

9.

‘BreathLess’

When God decided to challenge me, for some reason, understandable only in a far future, he introduced me to my husband on a mysterious November day. It was one of those days when life felt almost too vibrant to bear. 

We got introduced and we leaned towards each other's cheeks for a casual greeting kiss. The softness of our skin recognised the calling. It was mystical, warm and instantly fatal. The only way was being one.

We were falling together into an abyss of pleasure. The smell of it was dark and heavy. Smoke was all around us. We were breathless. We were reckless. We were wild.

We found each other and, in a spiralling frenzy of overwhelming circumstances, lost each other in a furious manner.

He used to say that he loved me to death. I used to ask him to live for me. 

Nine years later, he let out his last breath. It was one of the last days of March. One of those days when life was too exhausting to bear. It was the first time I looked down and saw myself standing heavy. For the first time, I felt the core of the earth. No need to move, to breathe, to be. The pain was dark and heavy. One could only stand still and admire it. Obey it and wait, until it transformed into respect. 

The Master. The dark side of joy. Death. The one and only, endless breath out…