It was a perfect
relationship. Of love? Friendship? I don’t know. I just know it was perfect.
They
were inseparable. So, may be yes, it was love. May be.
When
she dreamt of becoming a bird, he gave her the wings. He gave her the wand when
she wanted to be a fairy. They cried together for Cinderella and laughed
together at stupid jokes. Nothing was too small to be ignored, nothing too big
to be serious. Tears or smiles, silly questions or stupid answers; they walked
together. Always.
Oh,
I just realised I didn't introduce you to the stars of the story.
She
was childhood.
And
he was innocence.
Perfectly
entwined with each other theirs was a perfect affair. And together they could
feel everything, things they didn’t even understand. It was magic. Pure magic.
But
then time casted its spell and the magic began to fade.
Her
tiny steps strode towards a broad world and he was left behind. He tried to
follow but couldn’t keep pace, his traces getting fainter day by day. Too
desperate to hold on to her he also travelled towards a new identity.
And
they are still friends, but they can never match the relationship of childhood
and innocence.
Hey
wait, before I confuse you, let me clarify, our little child actors are now
grown up and they are;
Youth
And
ego
Their
bonding is still strong; it is just that they sometimes fail to understand each
other though they understand the outer world perfectly.
It
is like a magic show; reason overrules the concept of miracle. It is more
important to understand; feelings have taken a back seat. Oh, the difference
between magic show and pure magic :(
Sometimes
she still wants to chase the butterflies, but he won’t let her, he wants to
walk back in time, but she stops him. And when they embrace each other, they do
it just too tight and suffocate each other.
Yes,
bestowed with beauty, strength and energy youth has a lot to boast of but her
true friend was left behind somewhere in the labyrinth of time. And with its
endless affair with pride, sometimes it is at a lonely place.
The
pure magic sometimes still sparkles when it rains, and she walks our bare feet.
Rainbow is a pure magic. But then mind starts to reason, and the rainbow is a
no more a magic, it is reflection, refraction and dispersion of light. And she can’t
be stupid to dance in rain, she has more important things to do. The magic
dries with the rain and what is left behind is the void of a perfect but broken
affair.
