Around him, she’d learned to dance to the rustle of leaves. He had taught her to wash away every sorrow in the first rainfall of every monsoon.
He had taught her to sing, to the cackling flames. And from him, she’d learned to comfort the howling winds.
Then one night, the celestial light had beckoned him, But she had nowhere to go. The celestial light had showed him the way, but she had lost her path.
The flames had consumed him, But they had burned a part of her too. He was everywhere, But she was nowhere to be found.