Uncompressed

When I kept the bag inside the car, I was cautious not to disturb the pressed hallucinations inside. On my way it rained. I thought the cool atmosphere was going to calm me down. While taking a tea from the roadside tea shop, I saw the silver lines cracking the dark sky. Somebody told it is beautiful. I couldn't understand.

I slept in the car for sometime. When a bicycle passed nearby drawing lines on the sand I woke up. The wings of umpteen flying ants had covered my car glasses. My mind watched the outside world through the narrow holes in between them. Only then I noticed two flies stuck on the glass next to next, dead. I wanted to say beautiful.

Who could they have been in their short life? May be they had never met before death. Or would have been together from birth. I said beautiful.

Taking the small pouch from my bag I walked towards the sea. Early morning but nobody around. I saw the virgin sand lying before me embroidered by the rain drops. I am the first one to mark the impressions. But I liked watching it beautiful.I kept my hands on the pouch and felt the beauty inside. There were three white shells. Did you ever know I was collecting them for you? I wanted to give it to you when the next time we come here. The grey lines on them reminded me of the tender hair on your legs. Excuse me.

They were changing to yellow showing their age. But when put on sea water they became younger. I saw their children running towards them, seeing their mother. You had been alone with me till today. Let me feel the loneliness from now on.