Going far to stay close

The fates are such fickle weavers. One moment it seems as if you are going to be the most important thread in the tapestry they are weaving. The next moment you find you find yourself cut and discarded. Who would know this better than I? It was to be the night of my life – the crowning moment of my life – I was to be the wife of the greatest poet who ever lived. And more than that a man who loved me more than life itself! What joy would life be with such a man! Life would be full of poetry, music and love! I was already floating in dreams of our years of togetherness when suddenly I felt a prick at my ankle. I looked down to see something slithering away through the grass.

Within moments the pain in my ankle had become unbearable and I was beginning to feel weak. “Eurydice has been bitten by a snake,” I could hear someone call out. A chill passed through my heart. I was dying! No one survived snake bites. The fates had cruelly snatched away all my dreams. The last I could remember was the soulful face of Orpheus, his eyes gazing at me filled with love and concern as my vision faded away into nothingness.

I heard the tinkle of anklets and the rustle of gown close to me. I gingerly opened my eyes. I was in a dark chamber. As my eyes got used to seeing in the dim candle light, I noticed a woman of unparalleled beauty standing next to the bed looking keenly at my face. Who was she? I had never seen her before.

Where am I?” I asked weakly. She just smiled reassuringly in response and gently ran her fingers through my hair.

Where is Orpheus? Is he also here?” I asked anxiously.

You are still tired from your journey, my dear. Once you are fully recovered all your questions will be answered.” So saying she slowly rose and departed from the room. Slowly sleep overtook my anxiety and all my questions dissolved in the tranquility of peaceful slumber.

When I came to again, it was still dark. But the strange lady was not with me anymore. I looked around and found the room to be quite spacious. Some tapestries hung on the wall portraying scenes from the Titan wars. I gingerly got up and stepped out of the room.

Ah, so you are up. Let me take you to Lady Persephone.” A chubby maid with a gentle face stood in front of me. I followed her and she took me to a grand room that would have suited an empress. I did not have to wait long to be ushered into the presence of Lady Persephone. It was the same lady who had been by bed side earlier on.

Where am I? Where is Orpheus? Please take me to him. We are supposed to get married.

Please take a seat”, she said calmly. I could no longer control my anxiety. “Where is Orpheus? I want to see him at once.

You cannot see him, my dear. He is too far away.

You don’t know him. He will come any distance to be with me.

I don’t doubt his love, whoever he is, my dear! But you are too far even for him.

I felt a chill pass through my spine. I was also beginning to remember some other things. “I..I was bitten by a venomous snake. How am I still….?

You are no longer alive. You are in the world of the dead.” She had a dead pan expression on her face.

I was not sure if I had heard right. But then it explained lot of things. She must be right. I would never see Orpheus again. Tears welled and flooded my eyes. She came closer and put her arms around me.

Over the next couple of months, I realized death was not as bad as it was hyped out to be. It possibly was for those sent to fields of Asphodel or the dark pits of Tartarus. But for me life was quite comfortable as one of the attendants of the queen of the underworld. But I still missed Orpheus terribly. Some part of me still believed he would come to me even here. But I knew that was not possible unless…. No. I was not so selfish. I could not wish his death.

One fine day familiar strains of music wafted into my ears. My heart leapt with joy. Orpheus! But how was it possible? My feet involuntarily ran in the direction from where the notes were coming. They lead me to Persephone’s chamber. By now the music had taken on deeply melancholic shades and the notes were pulling at the depth of her heart. Nobody else but he could play music like that. I soon found myself right in front of Persephone and there he was right in front of her, his lyre in hand. His face looked so haggard and piteous. I ran up to him and flung myself into his arms. After what seemed like an eternity, I was disturbed by a gentle sobbing sound. I turned around. Persephone had risen from her seat. Tears were streaming from her eyes. “I will talk to my lord,” she said as she hurried away.

The next day was the most exciting day of my life. The impossible had happened! The Lord of the underworld had consented to let me return with my Orpheus to the world of the living. I would be alive again and I could live all those old dreams! True love had triumphed. He had come all the way to be close with me and he would now take me back.

However there was a small catch. He was to lead the way and I would have to follow behind. He was warned never to look behind if I was following till we both had emerged into the world of the living. The journey was quite uneventful and he entertained me throughout the journey with his joyous notes. After what seemed like days, finally we arrived at our destination. He stepped into the broad daylight and I followed close at his heels. As I was about to emerge into the daylight he turned around. Our eyes met for a moment and then suddenly I was whisked away and found myself back in Persephone’s chamber!

Once again fates had cheated us. If he had but waited that extra moment to turn around or if I had been faster by a whisker ! But no! That was not to be! I was told he would never be able to find his way to the land of death ever again as long as he was alive. I resigned myself to my fate. The memory of those few brief moments of togetherness was the only balm to my sore heart.

But, he was my Orpheus. He had come so far to be closer to me once. And he came again. Last time he had come to take me back. This time he came to stay with me forever, relinquishing his life in the world of the living. And we found the life that was denied us in the world of living in the world of the dead.

This post is an entry for a blogger contest sponsored by British Airways. Click here for more details related to the campaign. Below video is also part of the campaign.

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iwrotethose.com said...

I was planning to write for this. After all a return ticket to my second home was at stake. But after reading yours, I'm not sure I'll make the cut. Quite a creative take buddy...all the best :)

The Fool said...

Thanks for the compliment, Sid. I am sure you can write better. And anyways as far as these contests go, I indulge myself by trying to come up with off beat takes on the topics. But usually judges prefer something less eccentric with more of the creativity directed in the presentation and multimedia embellishments.

Pankti Mehta said...

TF, wonderful story. I thought you claimed you didn't like writing romance! :D

Suresh Chandrasekaran said...

Hmm - TF! These contests seem to have stirred up your creative juices quite well :) Great going

The Fool said...

Thanks, Suresh. That is why I came back to contests.

The Fool said...

Thanks Pankti. Ah! It is romance, right? Quite forgot. Somehow the going far to be close reminded me of this old Greek story.

Red Handed said...

And my God!!
I do not like reading much of the contest posts..But this was brilliant!!!
Best of luck!

The Fool said...

Thanks Redhanded. I always try to write something different for contests and avoid product promotions.

Rachna said...

Again, I have enjoyed reading this take of yours. Very creative, indeed! TF, Good luck!

The Fool said...

Thanks Rachna. Glad you enjoyed this attempt of mine.

serenelyrapt said...

This was tender and beautiful TF. I wish the video was worthy of your post.


Rajrupa Gupta said...

Wonderful story TF....If the judges are looking for quality above anything else, you should surely be there!

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Rajrupa. Such words are win enough for me.

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Dagny. I am glad I was able to create the desired effect.

Anshul Gautam said...

Wonderful story with well described imagination.

I penned down my imagination too. Would love to hear from you on that. :)

Nabanita said...

This is so creative and the description is excellent...Only you could have written this TF...All the best!

The Fool said...

Thanks Anshul.

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Naba. I am glad to receive comments on this from both you and Rajrupa - the queens of romance.

Bhavya Kaushik said...

You always manage to have a different take, a unique preservative for your posts. This one too, stood out for me. Very creative indeed and the descriptions are so vivid and beautiful. Nicely done!

The Fool said...

Thanks Bhavya - My attempt is always to do something different.

Rio De La Sciocco said...

Read word by word, because the tale completely grasped the mind, and I had no choice but to let it be hammered with it's tide. Very apt, and emotional take. Virtue of patience, is surely ultimate, and Orpheus could have been patient for a flicker of a second to win back, but lost. It is always that flicker of second and decision counts.
Very emotional take with lessons as well. Kudos, best wishes.

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Rio. Glad you enjoyed the tale.

Arti said...

Felt the longing and the meeting of the two love birds, this was a magical post TF, mixing the worlds of life and death in a world of love. You have a way of shining gold in the old.. all the best.

PS: All the best for the skyscanner entry too. And congrats on your recent win. :-)

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Arti. You are so generous with compliments - your comments always brings a smile on the writer's face.

Farida Rizwan said...

Great read TF. It is so sad that he could not wait for that another minute.... Good luck for the contest.

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Farida. Glad you liked it.

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