Like a Rumoured Universe…

As I sit here on a bench, reminiscing about our moments spent together, I struggle to come to terms that something very beautiful and sacred, which transcends space and time itself, can also and did come to an end.

A staggering end to a mystical experience, destroyed by your ego and bottomless insecurities. I helplessly feel bad that it had to end like that. Everything around seems to pause as I play that song on my phone. A paused moment- where only thing alive is breeze. Soaked completely in my grief, I let it consume me. It is strange, beautiful and comforting- how grief can help uncover different layers within us, to us. It is a trap in an endless dimension of time, stopped for eternity. A cage through which ruins appear to be beautiful, as exciting as coming across a treasure trove. And how I find myself in this trap, this cage-again & again!

I find ruins a hidden doorway to something other-worldy. Just like a Rumoured Universe, a black hole hides within itself. Ruins hold within themselves a transformative power. I try to reach for that doorway, trying to get to the other side, as I sit here on a bench.

~Aishwarya Joshi~

Aishwarya Joshi is a BA psychology graduate, currently pursuing masters. She has a black belt in Taekwondo. She is also a dog parent She loves writing and thinking.