The death of the Sun
Can death be beautiful?
Death is simply not the ending of something that lasted until then, it is a promise. A promise by the deceased to the living. A promise by the living to the deceased. To be remembered, cherished and loved despite the immeasurable distance that surfaces between them. All that begins has to end. And the endings are as beautiful as the beginnings. If beginnings are the harbingers of pleasant things, then endings are assurance of revival of those pleasant things. Death, unlike all of us think is not the end of a journey, but a part of the journey. A pause. A phase. A time for the soul to wander with the air, and not be constrained by flesh. Only before it takes up the journey again, in order to complete the journey from wherever it left. Year after year, millennia after millennia, that is what the soul has been doing. To retrace the path of those forgotten trails. To find the purpose of the journey. To someday reach the destination it originally intended to. The story of the Sun is a similar one.
For long since once upon a time, he has been looking for her. About whose beauty he's heard fables of. Whose dimples inspired poetry. He'd fallen in love with her hopelessly, even before he saw her. He wandered along the expanse, unable to stay in one place, casting his shadow on the life beneath, starting from east to west. He'd looked for her everywhere. Between the clouds. Beyond the sky. Above the space. But she was nowhere to be seen. He began searching for her a million thousand years ago. It has been life and death since then. Not even a glance of her. He'd start it right where the sky begins to curve from the oceans. Spreading red-orange hues, that would fill the entire sky. He painted the entire expanse crimson, waiting for her to notice. He called for help from those winged geese, seagulls and pigeons. Making them coo and call for her, trying seek her attention. Oh he was such a flirt! When he learned that she wouldn't show up, he started his quest spinning through the sky, radiating bright yellow light. Even after all that efforts she never came to meet him. He lost his shine and he became dull. He realised he could never reach her. Not in this birth. But he loved her so much that he couldn't wait until he lost all his glow part by part and die in pieces. He wanted to die instantly. He wanted to be reborn as soon as possible. So that, in that birth he'd find her soon and finally they both can unite in heaven. And so he consumed the strongest poison that ever existed. It made his orange-yellow glows transcend into amethyst-blue hues. A tone of melancholy filled the sky along with the quickly disappearing shine and light. The birds that earlier sang cheerful tones for him, now fluttered around, cooing in mournful ways. Slowly darkness took over. It was velvet black all over the sky. Even the fluffy white clouds was now glad in greys and blues. And there she was waiting for him to come and seek her. She had those flying foxes call for him, and look for him with those ruby red eyes. She'd lit a million lamps, that flickered all over the sky to show him the way, in case he was lost. Everyday was a new life for her. But then,unlike him she bore the scars from her previous births. Expecting him, and devastated that he never showed up, she waned with every new birth. She waned until nothing was left of her. Worried, the flying foxes fed her with nectar of light, and then she appeared as a bright silver streak. It took her fifteen lives to regain her full glow. The silver shine that shone in the darkness surpassing the million lamps that she lit herself. She awaited him all the time, in the same place as she has been for millions of years. Sometimes she'd think, "Is it because I'm a low born? A piece of rock that eventually learned to shine, unlike him. He was a high born star. He's been this shining since the time of the Big Bang."
And then she'd convince herself, "oh no! What an idiot I am to think such things. He loves me. He loves my one million scars. He loves all that I am. He wouldn't care if was only a rock. To him, I still am special."
Saying these things to herself, she finally slipped away to sleep, ready to be reborn and await him.
And he still searches for her in all through the sky birth after birth, hoping they would meet someday.
He was the Sun.
She was the Moon.