Alone.

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Steve sat by the window staring at the darkness outside. The morning sun was shining bright and the birds were chirping but Steve could either see or hear nothing. All Steve could see beyond the horizon was darkness all around.

Steve wasn’t blind with his eyes. In fact, it was his vision that made him realise that he was all alone.

*****

Steve was a very jovial and cheerful young man when he had met Rita for the first time. He was actually a bundle of energy and enthusiasm which had perhaps attracted Rita towards him.

Initially, Rita had always admired the way Steve used to handle things in his cool way. She always used to wonder how Steve would never get worked up whatever the situation may be. This was ten years back.

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A decade of togetherness brings people closer, or at least that’s what Steve had presumed. For him, the truth was as farther than this could be.

In just over a couple of years of their assumed inseparableness, Steve and Rita had actually drifted away. Perhaps, Steve stayed put and Rita decided to move ahead.

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Steve had always been a soul who liked to care and worry and be a bit more protective and shielding than probably he should be.

Rita, on the other hand, cared less about the world and liked to fly high without any inhibitions bothering not as much of what the world thought.

*****

Steve had always allowed Rita to fly; he had loved to see her soaring away as he stared at the sky in contentment.

As usually it would happen, Rita would come back after a careless flight with ruffled feathers and Steve would tether her for a while, warning her of the imminent dangers in the sky.

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Steve never intended to restrict Rita’s movements but he was just worried that she would get carried away by the strong winds before she would even realise.

Rita could never understand that the safety net that Steve unwittingly tried to weave over her was just because he was worried that she would not be able to handle the gush of resilient and blustery weather.

*****

As the years passed by, Steve could notice the change in Rita and her behaviour but had always brushed it aside as he would never imagine her not coming back home to his loving embrace at the end of the day.

Rita’s aspirations however started taking new wings and as she kept spreading them, she kept soaring higher and higher which took her farther and farther away from Steve.

*****

Rita conceivably never realised that the higher she soars up and the farther she ventures away from the protective gaze of Steve, she would become more vulnerable to the prying eyes.

Vultures, disguised as friends, but waiting to prey on them at the possible pretext, Steve had always worried that Rita would succumb to.

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As Steve would have feared initially, Rita succumbed. Before Rita could comprehend, she got capitulated and mesmerised.

As Rita found happiness in her new found love, her flights became longer, higher and farther away from Steve who would just lament while pondering where he would have faulted.

*****

Steve had only tried to be caring and thoughtful, to be protective and kindness and love was only what he had ever intended to give Rita.

Steve too was never afraid to fly high, in fact he had always loved to do so, but he had always thought of the consequences and how it may perhaps take him afar from Rita and so he had chosen to stay grounded.

*****

The vulture had held Rita’s gullible hands firmly and had enticed her away from Steve. So far away that Steve was of no significance any more.

Though at home, Steve was now far away from home. Even with Rita sitting next to him, he could sense that she was no more able to see him too.

*****

Steve was sitting by the window cut off from every reach. He held out his hand to Rita but she was no longer there to hold it.

Rita had moved away, far away from the reach of Steve. Steve would sit by the window with the darkness engulfing him. The birds still chirp, trying to fly fluttering their tiny wings, but he could see them no more.

*****

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Epilogue:

“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone” – Robin Williams, Actor

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