At the end of the story…

At the end of the story, he had asked her, like he always did, “and what am I in this story?” And she answered, like she always did, “what do you want to be?” The story was about a butterfly and a thunder cloud that were in a fierce race to the end of the world. He thought about it. It was a trick question and she always had a better answer. This was definitely a trap, so he tried to reason. “What could he be? The thunder cloud had only one way to go, the butterfly could both rise and fall.” She looked at him, “you are the clear blue sky on the morning after.” It was their ritual. He could be anything. She could make him anything. The two were always different things.

He remembered another night. Last year, after the rains. Another story. This one was about light and sound in a bitter fight. Light wanted to be heard. Sound wanted to be seen. They couldn’t decide who would was greater. Who would end up stronger.?

“Who am I in this story?”

“Who do you want to be?”

He wondered if silence more awful than darkness. Or if an endless night could be made more bearable by a whisper.

“Who should I be? Wouldn’t you know me even if you couldn’t see me? Hear me?”

“You are time.”

Her breath was warm against his face. Today, it was a tragic story. The moon had a child as bright as the sun. When the child was awake, night turned to day and the moon disappeared. Only when the child was asleep, the moon could appear. They could never be together in the same sky. He cried. Her breath was warmer. He cried harder.

“Who am I in this story?”

“Who do you want to be?”

Whose grief was greater? Who could bear it better – the moon-mother or the sun-child? He didn’t want to know the answer.

“What can I be?”

“When creation is flawed, you must become greater than the mistake.”

He held her closer. She was burning.

“I want to be god.”

28 thoughts on “At the end of the story…

  1. “When creation is flawed, you must become greater than the mistake.” This is brilliant. It is what humankind needs to do now – make that leap – though we are all so beaten down, it is hard to find the hope. This is a most heartrending story. Beautifully told.

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  2. This is incredibly poignant, Rajani! ❤️ I resonate deeply with; “He wondered if silence more awful than darkness. Or if an endless night could be made more bearable by a whisper.”

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  3. “ Or if an endless night could be made more bearable by a whisper.”

    “He cried. Her breath was warmer. He cried harder.”

    “Who could bear it better – the moon-mother or the sun-child?”

    “‘When creation is flawed, you must become greater than the mistake.’”

    “He held her closer. She was burning.”

    Incredible!

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  4. Wow! I don’t know what I could add that hasn’t already been said. “He wondered if silence more awful than darkness. Or if an endless night could be made more bearable by a whisper.” I was contemplating how unnerving silence can be when there is a desperate need for words.

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