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- He is like me I thought sincerely. He lost his great love.
That's what I was certain during my flight to India. I ignored how grandmother had this book or why she wanted me so much to have it, but it has affected me throughout my life, and now that I was also a heartbroken person, I wanted to read it again.
The grief of this being captive in a place and into the time itself was so deeply painful, that even if he was only a fictive part of history, it touched me greatly inside. whether vampire, fairy, or human, love and all its sorrows spared no one.
I Vivie, a beautiful american woman, unmarried, twenty five years old, standard writers, came to have a long vacation with a damaged heart, because the person I loved the most and whom I thought to spend the rest of my life with, had told me that he had fallen in love with someone else and that he wanted to break up, so he could be with her. And despite all, the stupid one I was, was unable to hate him, People's hearts was too strangely done. Vivo was so in true, how much you wanted to own this power, it would be just meaningless, for nothing and nobody could ever prevent someone to love or not to.
So what else to do? what else could I ever make up? There were nothing more hurtful than a heartbreaking, but I was still hoping, like that lonely vampire did, that loving and being wounded was still far better than not knowing that.
So in the end, after a lot of cries, even still a little now, I decided to take a trip and what was more invigorating than a solo trip to redo? And my chosen destination was India.
This traditional, Eastern country that led incomprehensible people like me to ephemeral dreams, filled ofinfinite color. I took it as an act of welcome and means to care away my profound scars.
For starting, I chose to visit the Tourist sites in New Delhi, that was why I enrolled in a group of tourists, most Americans like me, so no one would ever notice me or bothering to trouble my peace.
It was a sunless day when we went visiting the Akshardham temple.
The guide told us that this was the largest Hindu temple in the world, and he seemed to be proud of this fact, but I understood him, what authentic patriots would not be. Its beauty fascinated me, the weight of history it endorsed, the love of the Indian people that it contained. The explanation of the guide entered my dreamer brain, focused on the structure of the fabulous place. He said that the temple was erected for paying homage to the Swaminarayan, the founder of the modern trend hindou Swaminarayan Sampradaya. The building was inspired by Pramukh Swami Maharaj, the spiritual leader of the Swaminarayan Sampraday and was built on the banks of...
"Such magnificence I was thinking. Such splendor made up to be immortal and to witness the change of the world, a reflection of the eternity the mortal wanted to glimpse, unlike a certain lonely person that people chose to forget for being different. The voice of the guide and the noise of others decreased. But I didn't notice it but much later.
Then I looked all around me, and noted I was alone. I laughed at my foolishness and came out. I saw that the sunless day became a scene of rain. I contemplated the water pouring and pouring again from a dark sky, spacing out, refusing to think about the future waiting for me.
I was still in the middle path of scolding myself for my insane stupidity when I felt it, a vague glance on me. It was strangely intense so I raised my head to see where such a gaze came from, then looking strongly for it, I saw it. A giant bird, dark, darker than raven, and standing under the veil of rain, not fearing cold, water or dangers.
Nobody except me was given it attention because of the weather, and I kept contemplating it, this remained being flying, so much I didn't noticed that my feet was about to carry me down in the hard
staircase. I saw the world turning and spinning around me but when I was about to hit the staircase, the time stopped and the space froze over. It was such an odd sensation, odd like a fake cut in soul that I lost for it my breath and my natural reactions. The phenomenon didn't last a second, and again,
everything restarted. But me, I was carried back on my two feet and was safe as nothing as a bad fall would have ever happen to me. Then the huge bird deployed its wings and flied down to me.
He started at me with deep red yes, as red as the ruby in light.
- You humans are so weak, yet you refuse to spare others of your badness. Be careful next time as I will not always be there.
It said those words and flied away.
The reason, at that time I ignored it, but it didn't require me that long to get it. I followed it, I knew
that it was a little ridiculous but I followed it. This great, lonely bird, wet by the sparkling rain, darker than any night, and which saved me from pain, now flied to a place I ignored and I didn't care.
It flied slowly enough in the sky so I did not have difficulty for keeping the chase. The weather worsened and I was soaking to the bone but I didn't give in, I kept following him till the Lodi Gardens where he finally landed to join his friends.
They were out of numbers, and all alike, gathering like any swarm on the huge tree. Flocking faithfully for a single purpose, they gave out a beautiful sensation of radiance and unity.