2922 Days later. 2026 AD.
An era of understanding the world without you, I used to write a lot about love as a ray of hope out of our damnation, for little did I understand it back then and the little that I understand it now. I used to call it a true feeling, like something you would know, liquid ecstasy. Bell hooks taught the world different, now I also know what she meant. Now I also see how, when we set out to build our castles, you always wanted walls cleaned, and i did not understand. I built myself a home of distractions, i felt invincible. Fearless, as we both used to call it. There tigers in the wild, that we would ride bareback agreed too. The yellow leaves that would stick to the soles of your always shiny shoes, to come home with us, left a trail. I saw a world breathe in through your eyes, and a thousand more crafted as you exhale. I thought I had the answer that we were all looking for, but then I got bored. You always knew the reality, You always understood the boredom and the dread. I took about three thousand years to see it from behind your eyes. Life and it's flames of glory. I would surf the tip of the flame, assuming I am the king of the hill, while you hold my enthusiasm on your surface. Your skin would carry years of this dance, in scars and sediments, In the flowers that would grow from your cracks. It can't hurt you, you think. I do too. The enormity of your heart forces you to forecast strength over pain. You try to speak to yourself about it, but you can't communicate. You see everything around you in flames. I still call it glory and celebrate. It keeps getting louder.
And on one fine morning, you escape, never to be found again, lost in the fabric of spacetime, existing in the lore of a few. A few who believe in you. You think you escaped everything that held you back.
You think, Supernova.
But the difference between observations and the values obtained by fitting, is what we call residuals. You and I were both unaware, when we created an universe without consequences.
Young gods, trying to navigate a damned race to an eternity of bliss. A bliss you believed in and me too.
Little did we know then. Little do I know now.
As @zubeen.garg left us all for his journey to the skies, these lights could be seen in the skies of the national capital of India for the first time in history.
We have experienced the God's shedding tears in Assam with sparkling rain, along with the millions who came for the rally.
This man was more than a human being. He lives in every Assamese heart and flows in every Assamese vein.
