3 minutes ago
We're in the middle of a theatre, there's a play going on of a young man who falls in love with the merchant's daughter.
The spotlight lit up the platform like the sun in the midst of April.
At the end of the play, there's a slight difference in the man's character.
I pull at the hem of Deb's shirt. Deb gestures without taking his eye off the stage. .
'Did you notice the character development of the guy after his lover died?' .
Loud applause overwhelms from all around us. The play ends. Everyone gets up, finding their way towards the exist. We sit there for a moment. .
'Yes. I did. How can we go now?' .
'Why? I mean why does he have to change?' I ask him.
Deb let it sink in for a while and answers ' Because Noor, nobody is the same before love, you either come back as whole or none at all. There's no in-between.' .
Silence descends over us, the lights hang over the exit board is dimly lit.
The whisperings of the other collective forms a rigid rise and breaks into a multitude of murmurings. .
'Don't you wonder Deb, if ever your father will talk to you? That you'll be able to bond with him?'
'Honestly, I don't think that'll happen. And I'm okay with that. People grieve in different ways, Noor.' .
The leftover popcorn covers, bits of chips, few plastic bottles, half-torn tickets lay on the floor like an abandoned child. .
'The memories of your mother eat him up, he just can't adjust to a world without her, it's sad.' I say more to myself.
The theatre is as empty as our hearts tonight, deb gets up reaches the exit, turns back. .
'The very thing that gave you immense happiness can become the cause of your greatest pain, Noor.'