OS: Forgiven
There wasn't much light anywhere, save a red flickering tower-light in the distance. There was the half-moon, of course, in whose glorious light the night bathed, and revered those that revered each other. There was no need of any illumination, for the hearts were bathed clean, and everything was so pure one could see it clear in the dark. Passion forgives anything; forgiveness is truly passionate, and in that passion the dust of time and the gloom of loneliness disappeared. What's forbidden is tempting, and when resistance fails, temptation becomes a full grown animal, sweeping anyone off their feet.
Sometimes, it's good to give in, to let go, to stop resisting.
That's what they did. Rishabh and Madhu.
In a lonely night in the wild that their incredible fate had landed them into, by sheer chance, bringing to life in a flash all the moments years ago that were full of love for each other. And in that flash was forgotten the grime of time, the unspeakable distances, the fights and the tears, the pain, the failed relationship. In that flash was forgiven all the hurt, all the unsaid grievances, the marriage, the divorce, and all those years, wasted. All those possibilities that once life had promised for the superstar and the biwi, all those possibilities that had nagged at them in their loneliness all these years as they trudged the weight of a life their ego had gifted them - all those possibilities, they all vanished. Because they were finally irrelevant. The future cannot let you in as long as you live in the past.
Tonight, they were free. They were young again. They were strangers yet again, but a different breed of strangers. Fresh, new, just-growing-intimate-strangers. Not worn-out indifferent-forgotten-strangers any more.
Gaze locked itself in the eyes and the night melted around in a haze. Love is beautiful.
Edited by teekay - 11 years ago