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That Delayed Tryst

-Ru🍁

    After all, Soul was granted the permission to visit the new wonder world; since she was made from the piece of the very core of His heart, He was reluctant to part from her but she was a rapture ever experimenting and playful as He made her; His sweet companion and lovely spirit with whom He could play, together they performed all the energetic deviations, but today her demand was an indication of a strange distortion, interestingly He knew the cause but didn’t restore her for the sake of the game He meant to play with His own free spirit. Finally, the day arrived when He had to bid farewell to His dearest bit, it was an experience of tearing apart from one’s own substance; the ecstatic Soul being a part of the same fabric felt apprehensive and asked for a promise of her homecoming and that too when He would join her on returning. He showered all His love with the final statement, “I will wait every night in Avalon”, and overwhelmed He, didn’t want to take any chance for her precious; fixed the beautiful Avalon in the garment- she was going to adorn as a share of her preparations for the unknown world.

    While landing on the alien region, she felt allured by the material of her garb as the materialistic world was welcoming its spirit and couldn’t resist the elation that it embraced her before her final footing on its heart. As soon as the Soul arrived, she launched her exploration; cherishing and admiring the makings of her paragon. Now that, it was

   the world where everything can be perceived in its physicality, Soul began to lose its inner vision followed by fading memories. Getting appalled by her turbulent psyche she felt an immediate urge for a companion which was actually the constant callings from the Avalon situated in her but suffering from the impaired vision she set about to strive for it in all the bewitching robes available to her limited senses. During her such maddening encounters for searching the love, one day when she was unreeling one of the physical garbs, a sudden flash stirred her to the depths, she heard “I’m here, in Avalon” a sudden insight descended upon her but hitherto, well-confronted with the delusive traps of this world, she took this one too as one of her multiple illusions. By then, she is in the search of her lost beloved, her identity, her part that will complete her but all in vain as she is looking for Him at all the wrong places. 

    And He...His Soul is at discontent, how can He be at any rest, He too is experiencing the pangs of separation, in due course of wanting her back and waiting for her return, every night He calls her by playing the musical notes on which she used to dance but Soul overpowered by the inertia fails to listen to the call every time. The proposed game has turned out to be a delayed tryst on a moon-lit sea in Avalon...