A story (by Dishani Roy)

Last night, she narrated a story to me.

She said,

"You emerged through an unknown sunset, while I sat on a cliff wondering who and what I am.
You were not calm, you were an engulfing storm.
You were not waves, you were a destructive tsunami.
You were not fire, you were the ashes.
You were not hunger, you were a drought.
You were not rain, you were a flood.
You flooded me, starved me, burnt me, drowned me, tormented me.
You were a curse upon me.
You were a captivating jail, a suffocating lunacy and an inevitable obligation.

You were my greed.
A thorn.
An unquenchable thirst.
An unkept promise.
A struggle.

Because, you were the ocean and I, a lonely island.
Because, you were the tune and I, the forgotten words.
Because, you were my love, but not my lover.
Forever."

She told me the story of her dead husband, her long-lost married life and her widowed existence.

(Dishani Roy - https://www.facebook.com/dishani.roy - posted this on her Facebook timeline on March 7 at about 1:30 am.)