Telling of Tales

Guardian Angel - II: Kosmic Konnection

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"I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities. Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser and learned to use them rightly."

~Helen Keller, The Story of My Life~

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The handbag flew across the room, hit the cupboard and landed on the floor, spewing all its contents about. Swara was tired, it was the night after the first wedding that the sisters had planned and managed. Everything had gone well, the wedding was a success and their reputation as efficient planners would be established. But she had been drained and could find no logical explanation to the gnawing anxiety that was a constant agony for her and it appeared that this day would end on a sour note; she usually flung her handbag and was upset that today it had to spit everything out.

Muttering to herself, she tiredly balanced on the balls of her feet and started gathering her stuff when she heard the sudden plop. She twirled awkwardly and the vision she saw made her lose her precarious balance and she landed with a hard thud on the ground. Wincing, she got up and though she started to rub her backside thinking 'It will be a purple bruise by tomorrow,' though she did not dwell any further as the sight on her bed was enough to capture her complete attention.

"Hic, so you finally did remember me, yes, Shona? I hoped you would not kick your other guardian out, your shining knight, as you kicked me out of your life, remember, all those years ago? But old habits die hard, right, my sweet leeetle Shoo...na."

Swara listened to the slurred words and was now convinced that she was dreaming. She did remember that as a child, she had spent a lot of time with her imaginary friend, who had asked to be called Kosmos, but if she was seeing him now, she must be dreaming. She shook her head, no, she was actually going mad.

However she continued to stare at him; he was still the same. Cute and chubby, he had once been a beautiful laughing cherub who loved to steal sunsets; she remembered the tiny green one he had got with him to show to her. As a child of ten years, being able to hold a sliver of a sunset, much less a green one, had been a thrilling one. Even more fascinating had been his reaction to her, while she had jumped with glee he had turned into a sparkling kaleidoscope spectrum of orange and carrot, then the bright brown of her stuffed teddy's eyes mixed with the gold of the amber pendant she had worn. And she had always felt very warm and loved, safe and secure in his presence.

The one which was now before her was a dull grey with deep slate eyes and apparently quite inebriated. Swara was flabbergasted; she had never known that they could even be drunk. And somehow it brought back those memories of him and his latest words, "—humara rishta nahin. Aur rishte ke saath saath, neend bhi nahin, chain bhi nahin...usse kuch hua ho ya na hua ho, lekin tumhari saath bahut kuch bura hone wala hai...kyon ki kal ke baad main tumhari neend udane wala hoon..."

"Do not think of him, you have lost all right to do so", the now gooey mass of a charcoal with a tint of crimson, admonished her firmly.

Rather than be angry with what he said, Swara was surprised, "Eh, how do you know I am thinking of him, you cannot hear my thoughts, can you?"

"You change colour, no, you actually become a rainbow when you think of him; each shade sparkling like a jewel; there were times when your thoughts of him would light up the world, both yours and ours. But now, those colours are dark, cold and murderous, you still emit all the rays of the rainbow but they are dulled with the ebon shade of mistrust. You do not deserve him."