More Than Words
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Many years ago, while living in San Diego, CA, and serving in the US Navy, I attended a "Psychic Fair". One of the things they did there was to read a person's past lives in the patterns of wax, dripping into water. The woman told me of several lives she believed I'd lived, but one - in particular - resonated. She said I was a librarian, in Alexandria, and that I was there when the library was burned... That stuck with me. I have had an obsession, ever since, with Ancient Egypt, and that period, in particular... I wrote a short story - this story - because I was never able to get that woman's words out of my mind. The cover is from the collection where you will find this story - Defining Moments. It was nominated for the Bram Stoker Award - I lost to Peter Straub, which I can live with... my story "The Gentle Brush of Wings" won the award that year... This story... I have always loved.
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"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.
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