A Man Who Escaped
It has begun again. After all, autumn was inevitable.
Yellow was the mood of the season. Deciduous trees, once green, were now bleeding shades of amber and brown; leaflets were dying and falling on earth like war soldiers. Warmth in the air was slowly disappearing, like that of a dying soul. There was something sad and melancholic, yet poetic about this really; something unusual, extraordinary and bizarre. This fall, everything was the same, the beginning of an endless era.
Autumn was inevitable; for him.
He dreaded this the most - a season where everything began to turn cold, lack of warmth and the end of the comfort. He crawled out of his abode - probably his only known comfort zone - and began his long lone walk. Why to leave? Because, he couldn't stay. He was always afraid to walk this 'walk' though; a walk that took him nowhere except his breaking point. He feared a lot of things about this change happening to him, as he hated these changes to the core; his heart .
And she was still quiet there in it, though very distant, blurry and like a diffusely illuminated figure; source of his warmth from outside and within.
He walked the path covered in fallen leaves, slowly and trudgingly. He knew where exactly he had to go, as this autumn hadn't fallen upon him for the first time; inevitable occurrence caused because of his own deeds. He needed to fix this on his own. He knew what needed to be done, as he could never settle for the 'fall', days filled with lack of warmth and bleak visions of her within him.
He walked for days and nights, just to find a way to undo this change; as with every falling leaf, the sight of her was diminishing a fraction more, and the fear of losing her, which was more painful than death, was gripping him. This fall, it was his struggle to win her back, keep her alive within him; keep her loved. As he continued his journey, there was no sign of her, no end to this misery; only more struggle and unsettling signs of setting autumn - around him, within him.
And he reached, to the point of return. That is where it all ended for him; limit of all his powers, the ultimate outer rim of his hollow ego. He never cared to see beyond this point, never cared to step out of it. He stood there and watched the vast plain lying in front of him, and it was blurry. He looked for what he was searching for since countless days.
But there was no sign of her. The air had become cold as ice, his feet buried in the infinite layers of the brown leaves, and there was almost no sign of her presence, nor the feel of her warmth. So devastating. What could he probably do to save her? What he could ever, to do have her back?
Then, at his absolute breaking point, he surrendered; and gave away all he had. He gathered all his strength, smothered all his pointless arrogance and pride; the step outside of his false ego. And as his feet crossed the imaginary and pompous boundaries of his own pride, he began to see everything clearly. The ground below him was lush green; wind was mild and affectionate; no signs of solitude.
And above all, there she was, eagerly waiting for him since eternity. His heart started beating again. He realized - finally, what he was looking for since countless days - her - was just right there, only that he was blinded by his own imaginary walls made of false pride and arrogance. Now that those were shattered, He left all what he was supposed to leave behind.
He found her - who got lost. She found him – who drifted away.
He realized, the autumn was inevitable, but temporary. There was no autumn left for him now. After all, the pride goes before the fall.
- Asthir
[Thank you Priyanka]
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