Candy's Story: Part 7

Candy remained the lighthouse. While Aperture was trying to survive the shipwreck, Captain Kryptonite Arliss reached towards Candy's light. They soon realized that they were friends from childhood. Their fathers were warriors and were stationed together for their final battle when Candy and Squirrel met. Squirrel was Captain Kryptonite Arliss' name when he was still too small to realize that he too would one day become a warrior and wear the same Coat of Arms that his grandfather wore. Candy and Squirrel connected instantly. They went down the memory lane a zillion times. Soon they were attracted to each other. But Candy being the way was she was, became cautious. She knew where this could lead and had to make sure that it was right. She found the shipwrecked Aperture and spoke to him about her fears. Soon, Candy decided that Captain Kryptonite Arliss was not too bad to go out with. Aperture and Candy were now just friends and their Sacred Friendship begin to grow from there. Candy and Aperture became each  others anchors. With all their complains, whines, fights, frustrations, jubilations they still saw beneath each other and they knew they needed this friendship. While this Sacred Friendship grew, Captain Kryptonite Arliss' tryst with the lighthouse was coming to an end. He had gone to a war and could not be near Candy for long. When he returned, he came with a diamond ring meant for Candy's finger. But the ring proved too small and refused to slip onto Candy's finger. Candy treated this as a sign of destiny. She bid the Captain Bon Voyage and extinguished her light so that she would not let any more ships turn towards her for sometime.

To be continued... 

the sublime realities

Realities have a funnily subtle way of homing themselves in the tiny crevices of imaginations. Try as much to feign ignorance of the actualities, the subtle realities leech themselves to every figment of thought. When a little fantasy would help ease life reality comes crashing down. It comes down crashing like a tsunami. As if tsunami is nature's reality and the boats and houses (and nuclear power plants) are nature's imaginations. All cries of help go unheeded and get swept in the uninhibited gush of mammoth waves. Yet, in otherwise normal times, reality, just like the waves of the ocean, appears harmless waiting only to strike when fantasy becomes a quasi-reality of life.

Since Man has begun to think, his sole aim has been to search for the Real. As civilizations evolved, Reality evolved into Ultimate Reality. Hours have been spent thinking on it. Volumes have been written on it. Yet each time reality dawns on someone it feels new. It stands there stark naked with a deceptive virginity.