The Aftermath

(0010hrs, Feb 15)

So the much awaited or dreaded day finally landed and departed just a few minutes ago. How was it? 'Not Bad'. Nothing out of the ordinary ever took place. Or maybe many things out of the ordinary DID take place, but they were very well hidden behind struggling-to-be-opaque veils. But the veils are translucent.

A particular permutation of words of the most common greeting. Although it was obvious it wasn't at all just a casual greeting. It was genuine. Used in lieu of a million other words wanting to be said, a million other words wanting to be heard. But these millions are cleverly and involuntarily and forcibly tucked behind those struggling-to-be-opaque translucent veils.

Well aware of the translucence are two pairs of eyes, but ONE COMPLETE SOUL. One Complete Soul tucked behind the translucent veils it's well aware of. One Complete Soul that has all the potential of being Eternal. Immortal.

Well, the day of mush-becoming-uber-cool and reds-of-love, greens-of-jealousy, greys-of-loneliness and ivories-of-hopeless-hopes has apparently annihilated itself in the seas of fantasy interspersed with reality. And a self-proclaimed Anonymous looks out of the silver bars of the window into the night brightened in sepia modes by the yellow-orange streetlamps. And wonders if the soul apparently in sync with her own soul would currently be having an Indulgence in Memories.