One with The Sky
I peered into the screen, eyes blooming with admiration, twinkling with sweet hopes for the future. My mind had already started spinning tales.
“My boy is twenty eight. But behaves like a seasoned gentleman in his fifties,” his dad continued.
The boy I was looking at looked so good to be true yet felt so real. It’s like as if my practicality finally took a chill pill and got along with my dreams, hopes and desires.
“He’s a ballet dancer, a swimmer and loves to cook”- by now, his son pride banter had become a distant background score to my imaginations of a future with this stranger I was looking at.
It took me a while to snap out of it.
I glared at him. Eyes wide in — well, a lot must’ve happened in my eyes.
My mind got stuck in a transient state between the future and the present.
It wasn’t buffering. It had just stuck. Ceased working.
The words kept echoing though. At different levels, varying intensity — just like ripples in water.
“He’s in a better place now,” he had said, pointing to the sky.
