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Dip in the quarry







We had been driving for endless hours now. It was Pip's idea, the night travel. Apparently the sunrise looks amazing from this place. It seemed funny because when has a sunrise looked otherwise, anywhere? I have personally never met a sunrise that did not take my breath away. I think Pip wanted to get his way because he wanted smoke his weed. It's easier during dark. As for me, I don't mind traveling during night. I can get my sleep and when it's time for the good view, I'm awake. 


It's almost sunrise now, the light's started to show. We saw the dark blues turn to purple after which it broke into the typical orange kissing dawn goodbye. The stream along which we are driving is as clear as the sky. I can hear the horn of the water dam nearby like a war cry. We're four people in the car; Pip, Viv, Kenny and me, telling the story. Yours sincerely is affectionately called Ren sometimes. It's short for my name which you don't need to know right now. 






All four of us have escaped our respective realities. If I were to tell you all the four stories, it would bore you to no end. Too much pain can make you numb. I don't want you numb when I tell you my reason for escaping. I want you to understand. 

A while later, after we settled in. I noticed the house has a courtyard that connects to the whole place. I see moss on the thick pillars that are holding up the cantilever. Up above you see the most beautiful canopy of trees covering the whole house. The sound of the leaves, the wind, and the quarry right next to the house feel like soft laughter against the skin. We were, by now, really happily lost. Away from our dystopian fantasies.



So like any other hopeless romantic, I too had fallen in love. I had fallen in love with something I could never have. I'd come here to gather strength to move on, perseverance to keep loving with all my heart and time. Time to get along with life even when it played such shenanigans with me. Quite tragically beautiful, really.

Pip walked to me and said in his softest voice "It's been over two hours since you stopped talking. Come back." he finished. 

"Do you think we meet people we aren't supposed to meet in this life? Like you know, people we wish we had met in a different time or place or maybe a different life?" I just blurted. Pip knows everything. He knows of all my love and hate with everything that comes in between. 

He grinned, lit his cigarette, "Hell yeah. How else do you think you're ever going to learn?"

"Don't preach, b. Learn what, huh?" I said exasperated. No one gets it, do they?

So Pip sat next to me and picked up some soil. He started playing with it mindlessly. Searching for words inside of him to comfort something that hurt inside of me. Must be heavy.

"Do you think you're the only person who's fallen for a man she can't have? No. Do people sail through things like these? Of course!" He took a drag of his cigarette, gave out a snobbish look in Viv and Kenny's direction. They were being too cheesy for his taste. They have a thing going on. I think it's cute although it makes me and Pip sick sometimes. 

"You know the number of people on this planet? About eight hundred crore. Alive, breathing, feeling eight hundred crore people. It's hard not to fall in love with so many beautiful people around."

He paused for a moment and said, "You know we're a little less special and a lot more vulnerable than we think we are. A lot more than we'd ever care to admit. I think it's nice though, at least we're not alone in our sorrows and happiness. Go easy. You can love someone with all your heart and still be okay with not having them in your immediate possession. The world's too big and beautiful to be limiting yourself to only the things you fall in love with." he finished with the warmest smile and a hint of self-realization on his face. For a moment I thought he wanted someone to say this to him.




I brushed the thought aside, "so what do you suggest I do?" I asked like a child.

In a very distracted voice, Pip said, "If your younger self, say eight year old self, been heard and understood better your twenty eight year self would not be breaking down today. Just make sure your fifty eight year old self doesn't feel the same way about your twenty eight year old self." He got up and sprinted towards Viv and Kenny. They yelled about jumping in the quarry.




"I'll be two minutes. Won't be very long, promise." I told Pip and started examining the canopy. 

I should go now. Dip in the quarry. 

In my musings I said, "Maybe next lifetime? Possibly?"

All I remember next is that I jumped in the water. Hid my face and it all vanished. 



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Until next time
Love, always
S


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