Free fall!

“You know what, I am tired of your excuses now!” She was looking at him with an intensity unknown to him. She was furious. The devil was dancing on her face, and the tune was vibrating through her cheekbones.

“What excuses?” He tried to play dumb, but he knew what she was going to jump at.

“I can’t just quit my job for the startup yet. I am not ready.”

” I can’t fall in love again, I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“I can’t just travel on a solo trip to Europe – I am not ready.”

“I can’t write that book. What if I fail?”

Oh, the 100 things we don’t try, all with a single cry – “I am not ready yet.”

He was ready for a parade today, but she had decided to try a different approach.

“Have you taken a salsa class? Like ever?” The question was as unexpected, as the sudden change in her tone. A scold was now a mellow, with her hands gently stroking his cheek.

“I had taken a few sessions with a friend. And you know what do they teach you in the very first class – a free fall.”

“A free fall?” He gently held her hands and kept them away from his face. He was aware about her mood swings, but this one was getting more and more cryptic.

“Yes – a free fall – where you stand in front of your partner, with your back facing his face, and you gently let yourself fall down, hoping that your partner will catch you. The premise is, you can’t dance properly with your partner, until you trust him completely. And if he doesn’t, well, you just fall and laugh it off.” She burst into a laughter while completing her sentence. The memory of her fall was still quite fresh in her mind.

“Oh, okay? So what about it though?” The laughter added more to the puzzle.

“Don’t you think, we should treat life in a similar way? See, we will never be ready, but then you have to trust your life blindly sometimes, and just fall freely. You’ll either fall in the right place, or you’ll have a hilarious story to tell.” She gently squeezed his hand in her palms, giving enough time for the warmth and words to make an impact.

She released her hands from his grip, and walked slowly towards the balcony. The sun was slowly disappearing on the horizon while dispersing it’s orange vitality in on that blue canvas.

“You know, there is a third possibility as well?” She ensured that he followed her to that magical mezzanine.

“Sometimes, you just grow a pair of wings during the fall, and fly in the sky of your dreams.” Her finger pointed towards a flock of birds returning to their nest, as she conspired to anchor a heart away from its home.

Published by Abhishek Kshirsagar

Just a misguided ghost, trying to find solace in the stories that the streets have to whisper!

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