The boat had drifted right in the middle of the sea, like it was on a voyage to the sun. Sun – that had been sinking into water, perhaps looking to cool itself off, of its own heat. It seemed as if we were following a trail of light, which was fast receding.
‘It would start raining soon’, declared the rower.
I had been mindful of the nip in the air, the full moon night and hence the consequences, but I had been drunk on what lay before me. The island was fabled to be the home to Soma, the elixir. Not that I wanted to live forever, but it made for a strong business proposition. To me it made up for a great adventure and quest .It was late but we kept on.
With supplies to last for a few days, I felt assured. It was drizzling as we landed. The island was beautiful, ornate with flowers, fragrance and divine grace.
We got our task together; poured some gin to warm us up… tomorrow would be it I thought!
Day-broke and so did the clouds and my heart too…The game went on for four days and slowly everything had been either swept away or rendered useless. The waves lashed furiously on the shores, pushing us in.
All that remained was a canvas tent, my associate and the boat anchored on the shore. With not much left at hand – we wanted to leave. But for the inclement weather, which wouldn’t let us! Soma, was the last thing on my mind. Irony had struck with impunity and death was scoffing at my face. To have another soul stuck with me, was making me feel like a criminal.
For the first time in my life, I surrendered completely to life. Prayers rose from the deepest recesses of my heart and mind, in the midst of stillness that I had never known. I was grateful for just ‘being’…’ how’ – had become immaterial… I wished this ‘being’ to go on. There was a sense of promise and faith in it.
Tired in the middle of the turmoil, I didn’t know when I fell asleep, clutching on to the canvas cloth. My peer had its other end.
Some light had pierced through; streams of it corrugated my forehead. I squinted my eyes and peeped out of the canvas. The sun was out, bright and shining. I erupted into joy, like I had found the elixir. Shook and woke up my partner. Everything looked so calm and benign, that days past by seemed a distant story. Deep blue waters of the sea with an umbrella of a clear sky, overwhelmed me as tears slipped off my cheeks.
We picked up the remnants and unhitched the boat. The journey back home had begun.
Did I find Soma ?… I guess I did. I was alive.
Inspired by Drift
Merry Christmas! 🙂