It wasn't a dark night, it was in fact a rather bright night of lights.
As I contemplated the many faces shimmering back from the water flowing past the bridge, I felt quite oblivious to all presence around. Standing there I could no longer recall any purpose in my life. It was a strangely liberating feeling. I have had enough with goals and pursuits, tired and bored, this purposelessness is in a way besotted.
Being a dreamer always came naturally to me, like the myriad dolphins I could see looping majestically from the water below, their eyes twinkling like tiny faraway stars, my mesmerizing dreams too had always kept coming. No longer.
Thus, bereft of purpose and dreams, I sought solitude on this crowded bridge, over the lonely stream that cuts right through my little hill town. If you want to be alone, go to the most crowded corner of town, my father had told me, what now seems like a lifetime ago. So I had headed here this evening. After pretending to be unaffected all through the day, I could no longer convince myself that the gnawing restlessness I had been feeling all day, was just a passing coincidence and had nothing to do with the strange and chance meeting of yesterday.
