The drink in his hand was to still touch his lips. His gaze seemed to be on the brightly lit city sprawling in front of him, as far as his eyes could see, or may be on the sea to the right of the city. He seldom joked to his friends about his apartment, “I live on the edge, where the sea of lights meets the sea of darkness..”
Tonight, unlike the other evenings, his mind wasn’t thinking about the limitless possibilities that the city held, nor was he lost in the depths of the dark sea. The thoughts that circled his mind were of the land that lay beyond the vast sea of darkness. Not the land of tomorrow, but the land of yesterday. The place, that was once “home”.
His closed eyes were seeing, or rather living all that once was, but no longer is.
The first sip from the glass was more like a wave of nostalgia. The smile playing silently on his lips was the perfect irony of the pain inside of him. How long was long enough to be back, or how long was long enough to be soon? Is it time to return? To go back to those familiar streets, to the familiar smell and all those familiar faces.
The glass was almost empty, but his mind was only gathering more thoughts, more questions. Will it still feel like “Home”? Will it be like it once used to be? The flicker of doubt, fuelled only by his insecurities. His life had come to become like his joke, “on the edge of darkness and light…” For he knew well that he belonged to neither of the two. For, the darkness saw him in the face of light and the light never saw him.
The glass was empty, the song changed. “ye jo des hai tera, swades hai tera…”
Those closed eyes welcomed the sleep, and so did the thoughts…
P.s.- Special thanks to Sneha Sharma, for a conversation that happened on 5th March 2011. :)