"Are you sure, Alok?" And the tremble in her voice was visible to my…
The Journey – #WeirdShortStories 1
He was returning. Helplessly. He was returning from a place where he had not been for the past two years. A place he tried to forget and almost forgot. Time is cruel and the compulsion it brings is crueller than itself. He had to go to find himself, once again, bullied and harassed and belittled.
After sometimes, I started talking to him, once again, along the way. Our conversation did not mention, even once, the place he has been to. It was magical – for him and for myself! We had been missing this conversation for so long. We knew each other very well. In fact, we were friends for long. I didn’t remember when did I see him first; he told he knew me even before I was born. Though he looked of the same age as I was.
After a long conversation, when I tried to find my home which I could fathom from a very long distance, I found nothing. I asked him. “A few more miles, only;” he seemed calmer by then. The conversation started once again. This time, it never felt like ending it. By that hour, I was also enjoying that conversation which seemed perpetual as our journey. No one bothered reaching! It went on.
#WeirdShortStories 1
Alok Mishra
It’s like a healing process for all those caught in Exestential crisis.
Journey if travelled alone,will it be healing?
Reminds me of Emily Dickinson’s poem Because I could not stop……..
Isn’t that everyone? Everyone of us in a journey? I gues that just classic split personality case… would you mind enlightening?
I don’t want to kill the excitement or curiosity, Rahul! And thanks for your read! Let others jump into the conversation and decode it. 🙂
This is like a healing process for all who are caught in Existential crisis.
Will the journey if travelled alone be healing is a big question for me