By Fauzia Siddiqui
The twilight sky was ablaze with orange and rose hues, which faded into blue as the first stars twinkled. Clara sat by her apartment window, holding a mug of tea in her hands. Clara, a successful lawyer and the foundation of her family, was always surrounded by people. Despite the warmth of family gatherings and professional accomplishments, an unexplainable emptiness persisted within her, like a phantom aching in her soul. Her heart felt heavier tonight than usual.
Across the globe at the same time, Arjun looked out from his patio in a small hamlet tucked in the Swiss Alps, halfway around the world. Despite the tranquillity of his surroundings, an unfathomable hunger gnawed at him. His life had become a dull pattern, with little to distinguish one day from the next. Yet beneath the monotony was a heart of gold, a soul committed to spreading happiness and avoiding being the cause of anyone’s anguish. As the breeze swept across his face, it carried with it a faint hope, a whisper of change. He closed his eyes and murmured, "Somewhere out there, someone would understands this."
That night, Clara’s restless heart pushed her to join an online forum for poetry and art, a sanctuary for kindred spirits who sought connection through words. She posted one of her poems—a wistful ode to an unnamed presence tethered to her soul. Within hours, her post garnered numerous likes and comments, but one response stood out. It came from a person named "SoulStrings," who left an extremely moving response: "Your words are like an echo of my own thoughts."
Intrigued, Clara clicked on the profile. It belonged to Arjun, whose bio read, “Guitarist, dreamer, wanderer—searching for the missing piece.” She hesitated for a moment before sending him a private message. “Your comment on my poem was beautiful. Do you write as well?”
Arjun was surprised to see the pop up on his screen. He read it twice before replying, “I do, though I often express my thoughts through music. Your poem... it’s rare to feel such a connection to a stranger’s words. Do you often write about such things?”
What began as a polite exchange quickly grew into something deeper. Their messages flew back and forth with an intensity that startled them both. They talked about everything—their passions, fears, and the unshakable sense of familiarity between them. Arjun’s philosophy of spreading happiness resonated with Clara, who often found solace in creatively articulating her thoughts to lift others’ spirits. Their connection ran deeper than shared ideas; it was as if their souls spoke the same unspoken language. Even their creative outlets—his music and her poetry—seemed to echo the same themes of longing and fulfilment.
Days turned into weeks, and their conversations became a vital part of their lives. Clara noticed that Arjun’s words seemed to hold a mirror to her own thoughts. They often completed each other’s sentences and understood unspoken emotions. Arjun, by this time, had fallen deeply for Clara and treasured her, holding her as the most precious part of his life. Yet Clara, despite the overwhelming connection, remained hesitant to fully acknowledge what was happening.
One night, Arjun gently called her out on her denial. “Clara, I think we’re more than just two strangers who met online. This... this feels like something bigger, something destined. Do you believe in twin flame?” he asked. You feel it too, don’t you?”
Clara hesitated, her heart racing. “I don’t know, Arjun. Maybe I’m afraid to believe in something so extraordinary.”
“But you do believe it,” he said softly. “You’re just afraid it won’t last.”
The universe, was determined to nudge them closer.
A few weeks later, Clara’s best friend invited her on a spontaneous trip to Switzerland. Though hesitant at first, Clara felt a strange pull to go. She told Arjun about her trip, and his reply surprised her.
“That’s where I live,” he wrote. “The Alps feel like home to me. Maybe they’ll feel that way to you too.”
When she landed in Switzerland, she was struck aback by the incredible beauty of the landscape. The snow-capped peaks loomed against the azure sky, and the air was fresh and lively. On her second day, she went into a small-town market, enthralled by the bustling conversation and vivid stalls. She came to a stop at a corner where a musician was playing a hauntingly familiar melody on his guitar. Her heart stutters.
The man’s back was to her, but something about him felt achingly familiar. She stood frozen, the world narrowing to the sound of his music. When he finished the song and turned, their eyes met. Clara gasped softly. It was Arjun.
For a moment, neither of them moved, as if afraid the spell would break. Then, with a hesitant smile, Arjun set down his guitar and walked toward her.
“Clara?” he asked, his voice trembling.
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s you.”
Time seemed to cease as they stood face to face, feeling the pieces of their lives click into place. Without thinking, Arjun stretched out and grabbed her hand. The touch was electric, a spark of recognition that transcended the physical.
As they walked through the market, their conversations flowed effortlessly, as though catching up on a lifetime they’d missed. Each moment was packed with unspoken emotions and longings that were eventually fulfilled. That nightfall, under the starry sky, Arjun wrapped his arms around Clara. Words seemed inadequate to explain the peace they shared. It seemed as if their souls had found rest. As Clara boarded her flight, her mind was overwhelmed with questions. She found herself questioning the emotion stirring within her, one that seemed to pull her into a bewildering situation. Should she follow her heart and break free from the conventions that bound her, or should she suppress the newfound twin flame love she felt? The answer seemed just beyond her grasp as the plane ascended, leaving her with a longing for clarity, as deep as her desire for Arjun. "Such a baffling emotion," she murmured.
By Fauzia Siddiqui
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