He was blank… still! Yesterday he celebrated a ghostly birthday… where the balloons weren’t inflated, the candles were not lit and the cake was never cut. The dilemma of the different worlds!
It was night. Maybe around mid-night. The music was tickling his eardrums. He forgot where he was? In which time and space? He could only see a long bus, half full of his relatives – all travelling to Sialkot to attend a wedding. He was in trance – the sound of that peppy song was whirling in his mind… like a dust storm. They were moving on the wheels, at the road, not so smooth. He felt her sitting next to him in the semi darkness – her body oozing out motherly warmth and comfort. She was a mother, away from their mother. His brother was sitting to his left. The year was spring 1995 and the triangle was complete.
All his life he had hated triangles – three friends – three lovers. The equilibrium disturbs. But this triangle was unique. Without one angle the other was incomplete. By the time they reach there they were disoriented by whole night’s bumpy ride. Nonetheless they were bonded, together, one like a perfect triangle.
So many years passed. The clock kept on ticking but he never seemed to be recovered from that hypnotic state. It boggled him how most of the passengers moved on with life. Most of them settled down in different parts of the world. Some left for their eternal abode. Only he felt like a dismantled piece of satellite that stayed in the same orbit but far, far away from the main body it actually belonged to. He yearned for that body… he yearned for that soul. And somewhere he still felt like travelling on the same bus… shut in the time capsule while the music tickled his eardrums.