Written in the stars (Fiction Friday)
When he first saw her, he felt like he had seen the grace of God. She looked so ethereal, and radiated love and peace. He married her a few years later. The years turned to decades. He was ecstatic about the way his destiny had woven itself with her and her love.
Decades later, he looks at her, and sees her mind as a dark sea. He wants to hold her waning and waxing thoughts in the palm of his hands, but they reach strange shores while he gazes at her face. Sometimes, those thoughts are arrested, and don’t go anywhere. He knows that his stars were betraying him.
Some evenings when he has served her the dinner, she sits solemn and severe at her seat and addresses him as ‘Mr.’ or ‘Sir’. Tonight she tells him that he has to leave. She doesn’t want the neighbours to gossip about her.
He sits at the table, one hand holding her hand, and the other, holding a glass of wine. There is such deep silence in her mind, such deep grief in his mind, and a tear rolls down his cheek. He raises his glass to the love of his life, and drinks his wine and drinks his tear.
October 15, 2015 An Ode to Dementia.