Thursday, 17 December 2015

Story: Double Love

I cannot reach my love, her who is constantly in my soul. It seems more than ever that we are world's apart, like we live in two different realms. Yet she is always in my heart and in my soul. Oh what to do!

But the other day, in the early afternoon  I met another who gave me an approving smile. The stars of admiration glistened in her eyes. Although she did not confess it with her lips, yet her arduous touch and steady gazing confirmed it. 

I spoke to her a while conversing on many light matters, for it would do no good to talk about a thing that weighs the soul. We spoke of gentle nature and how equally we admire the sunset but that we both favored the sunrise. The more she lingered around me, the more I began to see her ascending supremacy in all things.

Have I been won? As my heart been taking away once again into that garden of dearest love? But there was nothing in my mouth to suggest such a thing, for my tongue still had the taste of indifference, although as each hour went by, yes hours for with her, time flew blessed by, I began to taste her honesty.

She was all lovely and blameless. No spot of blemish I could see in her beauty. Her character was angelic but I must halt, for wisdom councils that one should hold judgement on a person until they have done them wrong. 

After many hours spent in her presence, I retired home and so did she. I retired o my bed and thought of her, her whom I cannot reach with my love but concluded that perhaps she is not worth the keeping in my head. She ought to be dismissed and I should reverie about her who admires the brave wind that busies itself in the eastern desert. 

Morning came with a cardinal merit of delight. I rose to wonder about her who delights in the rays of light, who would never eschew a depressing company but linger with them until they are dismissed. I wondered if she is up like me thinking about me like I am thinking of her. Nay I thought, she would earlier rise and put her house in order, for all I observed about her proclaims that she was a woman of congenial charitableness, pleasing others before she pleased herself. I am too in this way of order and no doubt that when we are together, we are equally yoked.

Such was my morning easiness that I relapsed into a soft dream where she was all in fantastic white coming towards me. But my comfortableness was soon dislodged by a loud slap on my door!

"I know you are in there," her voice screamed that is her whom my love cannot reach.

But why this wrath I thought. Nevertheless I must open and prepare myself for her cutting remarks.  


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