Avenues

Sand and cement were in abundance. Only if they knew how to seek a little space, and how to take the shape of four walls, there might have been a home.

Alas they didnt. Instead, layered over soft earth to create two avenues, along which, these two souls, went on travelling forever.

Two avenues therefore.
Spending lives past each other, carving each other out, finding ways through each other, letting go of each other often... to be lost in unfamiliar parts of the city. Meeting again at sunset horizons. To be lost into each other like two blending colours of dusk.

Thus met the two of them as well. Not when thirsting, not when forgetting, but only when their paths chanced to become one for a little while along the journey.

Every few years, the avenues would freeze and so would their tired feet. At that frozen moment, one, or perhaps both of them, would pause to think of the home that never was. It could have been ... why did it never. They would look at their own trails in bewilderment as if throwing the very question at two indifferent Möbius avenues -

Why did it never ?

They gazed hard and long at the road as if to force a foundation and make a magical home emerge right there from nowhere.

And implausible as it may sound, that makeshift home would then appear from someone's impossible dream. And the two of them would sit and smile and talk and go about their day as if they have been living in that home forever.

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[Adaptation of an excerpt from Amrita Pritam's "Yeh Kahani Nahi"]