A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows the public opinion.' Grantland Rice.
Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.'
Keri Russell
The moon was a wraith-silver disc hanging in the lonely sky. All alone without its faithful companions, stars. Lasers of moonlight, as bright as diamond-flame, turned the sea a-glow like melted platinum. It was as if he was watching a scene from an old fable stepping off the page and he was beguiled by its beauty. The Chinese called the July moon the dragon moon and he could see why. It reminded him of her...the lady full of colors, the lady who made time standstill and the lady who brought laughter into his life. The reflection of the moon on the sea was so haunting. The waves were a glitter like curved scales and he became lost in the haunting lullaby of their swell and sign. It was a calling. A calling, away from all the misery he faced. Away from the mask he had to wear, away from the heartache he had to endure. The memories kept bombarding him. He could not forget nor could he move ahead. The lure of peace made him walk into the water; into the deepness of the unknown he strolled. Deeper and deeper he walked into the sea until the water reached his chest level. The waves crashed against his chest, the water splashed onto his face, making him stagger for breath.
What was he trying to do, his mind questioned? Then, he saw her. Hair streaming, gasping for breath, arms flaying. He had to reach her before she drowned. Gone forever. No!' His mind screeched. He had to save her. He swam hard towards her but the current was pushing him back. At last he reached, tried to pull her towards the beach but she was too heavy. The water pushed down on him from all sides. The more he struggled, the more disoriented he got. She was not helping. She just lay there on his arms, lifeless. He had to move to save her but his legs were becoming numb.
He had to stay afloat and let prudence take its path. He held her to his chest securely and looked onto the sky. Aha!' The stars were out. All a-glitter in their heavenly finery. The moon had companionship. The stars reminded Dev of Sona. Beacons of hope for lost souls of the world; just like Sona was to him. Sona energized him, made him sparkle and it was a privilege given only to him...
He was still afloat, there was hope, he held her. Far off he could see a shape, a glint of metal shining thru the moon's ray. Yes!' A ship...there was hope. He tried to wave but his arms felt leaden and his head heavy, then, out of the blue he felt a bump on his head. Ouch!' He must have hit something. He could feel blood gushing out from his head. He was being pushed down. No' he had to keep her alive. He held her like vice, determined to save her at whatever the cost. He desperately clawed at the water, trying to shoot to the surface while his lungs swamped with slimy liquid and he convulsed uncontrollably. He muscles relaxed and he was oddly calm for a moment - then everything slowly faded to become black.
Dev relived his last meeting with Sona. Yesterday night, he had gone to the Bose house. He had to meet her even if it meant walking thru Darth Vader's hell chambers. To his surprise, the house was quiet. When he rang the bell, a young girl had answered. She looked at him and without asking any questions said...'Didi, uppar hai. Ap did ki pas jahiye.' Saying that she rushed off towards the kitchen leaving Dev all dazed. Slowly Dev had walked up to Sona's room. There stood Sona, in her signature Anarkali dress looking moodily at the moon. Meera, I'm not hungry. Just leave the milk on the table. Close the door when you are leaving.' Sona had said without turning around. Dev had slowly closed the door and walked up to Sona. He laid his hand on Sona's shoulders and turned her around. She was about to scream when Dev closed her mouth. Sona's eyes were like moon orbs. Tears slowly started to trickle down her kohl rimmed eyes. Before the tears could soak thru, Dev sucked each drop away, tasting the salty tanginess of the tear drops. Dev pulled Sona closer, staring into her eyes and locked his lips onto hers. It started as a small kiss of apology then it grew bigger and more intense. Dev was pouring out all his feelings into the kiss. Sona started to nudge at him, trying to free herself but Dev held her tightly. He was crushing her and at the same time giving her life. He bit her lower lip and then caressed it with soothing tongue. Slowly but surely, Sona started to respond to Dev's kiss. Her hands started to caress his shoulders, her fingers tangled into his hair. Sona let out a moan of pure bliss when she felt Dev's hot breath travel down her breasts. Dev's gentle fingers pricked her Sona's skin with his touch. After ages (it was only minutes) both let go and clung to each other. Dev rested on the bed with Sona, spooning her into him and wrapping his arms around her. They spent almost 1 hours in that position without uttering a single word. Then, Dev stood up, held Sona and looked into her eyes...'You are mine, only mine'. I will do whatever I have to do to bring you back into my life', then Dev walked out from Sona's room. Leaving Sona all perplexed.
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