I had forgotten….
Forgotten how much I missed walking…..
Forgotten what it felt like when you hear the rain drops fall hard……
Forgotten the smell of earth just after the first showers…….
Forgotten how much I loved it all…….
Preludio al Acto III de “La Traviata” ~ de Verdi
There are no lyrics today……. just this piece from Verdi…..
A Pure classic……and the image it conjures……..
I remember how I always walk away from confrontation…….just leave before a fight or an argument is about to go off……
For the first few minutes I have walked out of the door……I don’t really know where I am going……..
It is not an act of cowardice …..
It takes a lot of strength not to utter the words of spite…… words you wish you could take back
It takes a lot to not have the last say……..
It takes a lot more to simply walk away……..
I remember clearly all the times I have walked out….
No one ever came after me……
Come to think of it……..I wouldnt have had it any other way……
I would have never wanted some one to come after me……….because there is nothing anyone would’ve said or done that would have changed my mind…..
The truth is the moment my hand reaches out towards the door is the very moment I have made up my mind……..
It is the moment I’ve dropped all my cards…..
The moment I forsee the beginning of an end……
I have never seen this act played out……
But every time this song plays…..I close my eyes and imagine…….
A cold dark night………dimly lit streets……
A shadow of a figure…….walking in the backdrop………
Just like the old black and white movies……..
It is a lady……and she is wearing a long black coat……with the collars turned up…..
She walks hurriedly……..her shoulders piercing the blowing wind….
And for a moment She stops……
As if approaching an invisible door…..she hesitates……
Almost if she went through that door……she knows there will be no turning back…….
As she takes those slow and final steps towards the invisible door…..
She tells herself ……..”This is the point of no return……..”
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