The skies looked like morning had just breathed in. The clouds were on the verge of breaking down. Last night’s storm had not calmed it down.
I am with my own company. In the middle of somewhere I couldn’t recognise. There were ruins – the aftermath of what an ancient war had left behind. Grass grew between the rubbles. I looked ahead – a water body. I walked towards it, breathing in the untold stories around me. I reached a small stone wall which overlooked a dense green river. I climbed over and sat on a rubble with my legs close to my chest. The river looked inviting – a strong desire to dip my feet in it. The pull was strong but the climb down seemed dangerous for the clutz in me.
There was a boy. He looked familiar. He came and sat next to me. Unheard words were spoken. He tried planting the idea – asking me to jump right into the water. I resisted – pointing out a pathway which would safely take us to the mouth of the water. But, where’s the fun in that he asked and dove right in.
I looked down. My heart beat fast. My blue wallet fell down and the water engulfed it. It seemed to hold my life. Unflinching I dove right behind it and my head broke out of the water – sputtering and gasping for air. Both the boy and the wallet werw not to be found.
The current was strong. I felt a strong tug now. My arms splayed around when the reality hit me. He pulled me to safety and disappeared again. Last I saw when I turned around was his head going deep inside the water. It felt like hours before he came up again with my life in his hands.
I never saw him again.
I looked around. I realised I was in my school grounds. I had ventured further than I was allowed.
I found my way back to my class. Dazed I sat on a seat. Almost at the end of the class. Next to me sat a boy with his locks tied up in a small pony. Brown eyes, maybe. Another familiar smile, I felt when he flashed a toothy grin.
Maybe it was chemistry class,who knows. But he sat next to me. A friend, it felt like it. Warmth. That was the next feeling. Followed by a sense of being safe. He spoke to me, like he knows me. I couldn’t hear the words.
Finally the classes were over. He sat next to me, in our bus ride back home. Unflinching. Like it was routine. We got down at the same stop. Both of us paused in front of an old building. A hospital. I was looking for a head full of white hair. I found her. I was home.
He was looking for his home. He found her leading an organisation for people’s safety.
Maybe we said out goodbyes. We lived next to each other. I had started walking inside my green doors. He was behind.