The Divine Touch (a very short story)

Megha Sharma

She was out to get her life back on track. She was out to make things work. She sought a helping hand, and then magic happened.

Neesa was finally beginning to once again try her luck at living. Beating the odds and battling the blues was never an easy task for her, but the girl was determined to move on. There was nothing else that she could do.

Opening her mind and heart to others in a very small way landed Neesa in contact with Him. The elusive man spoke the same language as her. He sang the same song.

Someone got it dead-on right when they said ‘miracles happen when people talk’.

Frenzied conversations became a way for the two to gauge each others’ realities. He touched her where it hurt the most, the difference being that this time it was someone who was meant to heal her.

He himself was hurting, and Neesa was much too aware of his pain. Popular notions and standards of companionship thrown to air, the two came together in the wake of their shared loss.

To borrow a leaf out of Austen’s books, it’s a truth universally acknowledged that people who unite in tragedy are somehow connected more intrinsically than those who come together in happiness.

Neesa was dying to meet Him, to feel Him. On a surprise excursion to his side of the world the much-awaited encounter finally took place.

The future of it all kept haunting the girl, but she threw caution to the wind to go meet Him in an alien land.

A simple touch of his hands rendered her weightless. She felt herself trembling in anticipation. Though no sweeping physical union followed, being held within the circle of his arms was enough to render Neesa whole again.

Even before she boarded the bus back, Neesa knew that she would never ever regret meeting Him.

The future will always be a blur until the day it actually materializes into reality, so it is fruitless to worry oneself to death over it in the present.

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” – PLATO


~ by eugenicist on December 2, 2009.

One Response to “The Divine Touch (a very short story)”

  1. A bit abstract and an equally unorthodox way of writing, but still it captures the readers attention.
    You have got a pretty nice blog. My compliments.

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