Maybe it was wrong of him to believe in magic, even beyond his limited childhood wonder.
To see the stars and the moon in the night sky and once again be reminded that every human was built from the same particles.
To see lightning strike out in the distance and still feel its electricity and know that a similar static fires off in his brain, reminding him to keep breathing, keep living.
Maybe it was wrong of him to believe a lot of things. He needed to believe in the possibility of more than just magic so that he could muster the strength to survive.
Because stars would never stop shining as long as they had fuel to burn.
Maybe, he was never meant to stay. Especially when she wanted him to. He had always been interested in walking, running and chasing memories out of everyone; running into the wilderness -
trying to hide, to escape into an ethereal world of his own.
The distance to him was minimal yet it seemed like a walk of a lifetime, for every step she took, he took a step back. They were in a loop and no stars in the sky would fall into their constellation.
In his serene days and in his senile nights — every-time, there was a whisper of his name-Amlan,
scoffing him, wreathing scars on his ramshackle brain and vanquished him beneath the dolors of guilt.
The idea that he was 'not normal', which the boys in the school addressed him once and as he grew up the woman in his life complained. But the idea of staying would have been fallacious, so he left.
He could no longer remain in his body, the body which was of a man, his demeanour was 'not normal' but to him it was. For he was a woman trapped in the body of a man and the society only yanked him down.
He finally decided to change, change to the woman he believed he was and he went through an
immensely excruciating surgery to become a woman.
Ultimately when he saw his naked self in the mirror smiling, he touched his bosoms— he realised he was no longer Amlan but Amy.
- By Ann Chaiti Sarkar
Rotary International District or RID 3291
Rotaract Club of Calcutta
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