A big leap toward the light. It wasn’t quite as harsh as expected, it was soft and almost glowy. Gentle to the dimmed eye, warm to the frozen skin. He took cautious steps ahead and when he found that the light did not pierce the very existence of his soul, he ran, he jumped, he danced. He basked. In understanding, he felt grateful, though he acknowledged the difficulties ahead.
Perhaps, the line is not as clear as we make them out to be, us from our high horses of light and dark. Too fast to judge, too fast to sentence, societies have no sympathies. In the shades of grey, can we always distinguish the light?
It has been almost a year and till today, the words still resonate in my heart. I hope to see you soon again, Gerard Louis.