The universe is all about balance. The forces of light and darkness are meant to keep a check on one another. If one becomes too powerful and starts overrunning the other, that balance will be upset. For the tyranny of virtue is as unbearable as the stranglehold of vice
Shatrujeet Nath, Author of the Guardians of the Halahala
“A man encounters a true storm maybe once or twice in his lifetime.”
On a dark turbulent night without warning or forecast a hurricane came and left.
Mr. Aiken couldn’t remember the exact moment it occurred but had a sense of euphoria assessing the mass destruction it left behind.
Although the damage was extensive the monetary loss meant nothing, and for the first time in his life, he could feel the blood flowing through his veins. His only concern now was if or when the storm would return.
Amidst the insanity he reached to the floor retrieving a wooden clock blown across the room.
That’s it! It was 9 PM that catastrophic September night that changed his life forever.
Every night at the designated time he sat on the porch gazing at the heavens, cursing at the moon while praying for darkness. He watched in agony as the stars continued lighting up the sky. He had hoped the wind would show him mercy, but the storm never returned. Night after night the wind laughed as he danced alone. Trapped in a prism, his mind relentlessly played a horrible tune he couldn’t stop, still he kept dancing, hoping and praying for another encounter.
Months passed. Then years.
Life had cheated him something awful leaving only a distant memory. Like an addict he relentlessly pursued that life altering moment yet despite his plea, the sun continued shining –not a cloud in sight, and without darkness Mr. Aiken had nothing left to chase. After years of searching, he convinced himself the storm would never return and settled for whatever blew his way. His life had been disrupted in the worst way, there was nothing else he could do now but breathe.
He Loved a Storm, published October 9, 2019, by Olivia Meadows. Republished September 3, 2021, Olivia Meadows.
Quote by Shatrujeet Nath, The Guardians of the Halahalla (Vikramaditya Veergatha, #1