The Hague
23 May 2007
The sun set at 9.30 pm in the evening. The horizon was just above the sea. The sun never dipped into the sea. It slowly disappeared above the sea as if making the statement that ‘I do not ever sink. I just chose to go for the night at will’. I sat by the sea side alone, wrapped in my thoughts, seeing the glory of the sun drench the sea and the earth…
The waters turned lapis lazuli, the orange of the sun licked the blue above and the blue below, at once sealing the bond between the sky and the earth, forever…how joyfully Cheeku rides the rays and dips his foot in the sea from his perch, how he reaches out with his hand and gathers the wind in his hands, lets it free next to his face, allows his hair to blow wild as he laughs at the world and the limitations of his dad. Then, he used to look up to his dad because there lay all the answers; now he looks at the questions tormenting his dad whilst he, the son, is free…
The grey of the night struggles to subdue the radiance of the orange-red, the exuberance of Cheeku. He throws back his head and laughs. Can anyone subdue the indomitable spirit of Cheeku that has no boundaries now to restrict him? He waves his hand-Dad, here I go to the other side of the world…see you soon…
I walk back to the solitude of my room, of my heart and to my time left in this world…
Dad