DIALOGUE 2013
I am an Aristotolean fanboy. PHILIA-1
Athis: Hi, Neel, why you are silent today ? You
seem to be lost in thought, anything in particular
bothering you?
Neel: Well yes, but I am not sure how to tell you?
Athis and Neel walked with short steps, content
and sad, haunted by a sweet melancholy, by the
lingering, ever present sorrow of time lost, time
spent on this earth, away from their distant country.
Athis: You know, it’s been long since we left
our place,I can remember some of our childhood
thoughts, the woods, which caused long thoughts,
the blue mountains, the odor of the wild flowers,
the sound of the blistering winter wind that pierced
our bodies and we shivered in joy and ecstasy and
was almost transported to the Delos and sacred
groves of Lycia!
Neel: Come on Athis, you have not changed at
all, you are still living in the past. The world is not
what you think it is, neither you are the end of the
world .Can’t you see everything has changed?
Athis’s eyes went misty. She laughed with a
protecting benevolence and a feminine keenness, as
if to know, does Yusuf still value their love for what
they were and not bother about what they aren’t?
Athis: You need to tell me Neel, do you still sing
your dreams ,or has the storm of life interrupted
those frenzied dreams, like between two kisses one
would obviously do so?
Neel: Why rake up things again after all these years? Don’t
you know what happened on the night of December 25? You will
understand nothing, just because you have never understood me
or you went on pretending not to understand anything?
Athis: Are you starting the blame game? You never wrote to me,
you never came even though you promised, naturally I presumed
that you ceased to love me. But why, what did I do wrong, tell me
Neel, didn’t I sent two sms’s in a span of few drunken hours? The
first one was like this:
“Come tomorrow, I will stand at the mountain cliff and wait
for you. If you don’t, I will would be lying on the black-ice, barebodied,
disheveled hair, opening the vagina to the world.”
Neel: Yes, true. And I started running towards the mountain.
It was midnight, dark, raining, frenzied holes in the Sky.I ran like
Usain Bolt leaving behind trees, insects, a white-owl ,a river ,red
huts, all frozen and dead ,dead from cold. The moon in its last
quarter was so pale it almost fainted, unable to wane even. I cried,
God, how long the night is going to be, how many miles do I have
to run?