Once upon a time,
there was heavy rain in a desert in a faraway land.
With thunders and lightning, it rained for days
And a river appeared in the land of sands.
The desert was amazed to see water running through him.
For she was so deep, cold and different than usual.
Not like the scorching Sun, which made the temperature soar up to extremes,
Not like the storms and wind, blowing away his sand to faraway lands,
Not even like the cactus that grew upon him,
Challenging the extremities that mother earth had imposed on his habitat.
This river, was different, than what the desert had experienced since his existence.
She made sounds–desert had never heard before,
She gave him sensations– the tickles and goosebumps that he had never felt.
So, the desert started thinking about this miracle of river.
A mysterious thing that came into existence in his life out of nowhere.
Slowly and gradually, the desert was drawn to her
He fell in love with the ridges she made on his sand,
The calmness and transparency of the river,
Crystal clear, so pure so serene.
Awestruck he would be to see something so mysterious that had come along his way
How could this happen? He would wonder
How could something so beautiful come along his way?
“May be miracles do exist,” he thought and believed in it.
The days passed–as time waits for none,
Though desert was sure about his feeling, he never knew how the river felt.
May be the feelings were reciprocated, maybe they were not.
The desert never asked, for he had been afraid of what things might turn out if he knew.
He would die a little every day,
Thinking “what if the feelings were not reciprocated”?
The days passed by, and weather changed
The scorching sun was back again,
And river had to slowly die and form clouds.
Thinner and thinner she got over time.
Then one day, the river dried away
And desert was left only with the ridges the river made on it.
Then he realized he should have said it,
Because the short span of love it had, ended without his confession.
He never heard her story
May be she loved him, maybe she didn’t.
Till date, the desert remembers his love
Because making memories is easy,
But forgetting takes a toil.
There still are footprints around,
Undoing what you felt is heart-wrenching
The desert still remembers his love,
The way water had cooled his molecules in a way so different than he ever felt.
So, still to this date
the desert carries that love for the river.
And if one cares to see how love for a river has changed the desert’s life
Deep inside the far away land,
One can see the reflection of the river
A mirage in the land of sands
Reflection of his long lost love
which rose his heartbeat for the first time in life
and Now was a memory– Gone Forever.