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Trinitry Zodiac (A translation of a sci-fie) (Part one)


Trinitry Zodiac
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I am here, looking outward , from the open window. I have been standing here for quite a long time. The obscurity of the darker shadows are condensed in the sky, out there. The sky is cloudy today, perhaps. From the north, a cyclone was to pass this terrain, as was the forecast. I love these wandering clouds, but I am not waiting for those clouds, not today. The daybreak is dimmed with the twilight hue, the citilights in the detailed landscape, down below , already started to lit up, one after another, these are all embedded on a breathtaking view! But, I am not a visitor to that either, not today. I am in my own emotional mayhem now. The girl whom I loved, left me today.
I could recall Trisha. And, the heartache was there, still, for no specific reason. Just a while ago, Trisha, was here, in this room. I and Trisha, were facing each other, sitting right here. Trisha was sitting very close to me, so close that I could feel her breath, inhaling and exhaling, the sounds, the silences . From the window, a gusty wind was rushing to play around her unbridled , wavy hair. I wished I could touch her hair, with these hands! But, I was silently sitting there, as I was sure that she would leave me today.
Trisha , with her gorgeous, sad face, was also sitting there, beside me, speechless. Then, suddenly, she leaned to move some random hair from my forehead and called me with a soft voice, “Ricky-”
I was looking straight in her eyes, without any effort to put any further words. Looking there, she gathered herself somewhere in her reserved persona, “I have something to say to you, Ricky.”
I released a breath of mine, cautious.
In the midst of trying to hide my emotions, I could hear myself ,
“I know Trisha, what is there, that you have to say.”
June 6, 2023

(To be continued.)

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