‘It’s time to leave,’ I said trying to break that brief moment of helpless silence, and with an awkward smile, Prue continued: ‘That’s what you’ve been telling yourself for years, Arthur. And you are still here. Are you going anywhere in particular or just … leaving?’
‘I don’t know. Do you think one can leave even if one doesn’t know where one is going?’
‘I don’t like surprises. I like to feel the ground under my feet. I like to know where I am and where I’m heading. I don’t want to take the risk of making the wrong turn.’
‘But that’s the beauty of it all; I cannot take the wrong turn for I don’t know where I am and I don’t know where I’m going.’
Today, I try to hold on to moments that once gave me the feeling of eternal bliss. I hold on to those moments while the years pass by taking me from one world to another, from one life to another until I too have become another. In vain I try to believe those moments never die but they do. The moment dissipates and the eyes which were once the world I lingered in, the ocean I sank into, turn away from me, forever.