the mountains, my confidante
i sit amidst trees and ponder,
the wind, the river, the farms
tired chatters with the inanimate pieces,
a swift interruption, a stranger in brown hat
holding a cigar, grey wisdom visible,
mid-forties, I presumed,
“what brings you here”, I asked courteously
“i often visit to celebrate life”, she whispered
walking towards her spot as she sat near a tree
“what’s the occasion if I may ask?”
“a celebration of human detachment”, she replied
i tried to contemplate and retained my silence
“what makes you afraid?”, she asked
“of never being able to find a lover”, I answered
“time will teach, you’re as good without one”, the wisdom replied
silence again,
together amidst trees, as we stare at the flowing river,
parted ways, awaiting validation
a toast to life

Published by mrinalsemia

Hi, I'm Mrinal. Constantly trying to make sense of my life through stories.

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