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it is a good dream Posted on October 21, 2020 at 11:36:40 PM by Darshan
It was only a matter of time that she’d find herself upon these shores again. Strangely, rather than tear deeper at the ever-present ache in her heart, a familiar sense of peace settled over her shoulders. The greatest adventure in her life had started here, on a night like this one. The stars had shone so brightly then too… The small, pallid mare drifted along the shoreline, humming under her breath. Perhaps it was selfish of her to be here, while there was still so much upheaval in the Prairie. But the truth of it was, as much as she loved her family that still remained on the islands, she just couldn’t remain in the Prairie, not with the departure of Shamwari and Jabari still so recent, nor the loss of Sanibel still so raw.
Vihaan would surely have something to say about all this later, how reckless it was. But there were some things her daughter had yet to learn. Twice, she’d followed her heart, and it had led her true. Darshan had faith. And that was something that could never be taken from her, not by anyone.
There is no bitter undercurrent to the grief that leaves her ragged, nor resentment weaving through her thoughts when they drift to those remaining whom she considers family. Once before, she left these islands, left Shamwari, because there was a journey had to be made. And upon her return, she had been welcomed back into her King’s fold, without judgement, without question. In a sense, Darshan was uniquely able to understand. For some – her daughter and son both – they did not yet comprehend why their father would leave them all behind. But Darshan understood.
The kathiawari who trailed along the beach, lit up like a beacon by the cool light of the moon, had been born a creature of understanding.
Not all things – she still struggled with the common tongue even after all these years – but perhaps the things that mattered most. Rather than words, she spoke with emotion and empathy, and those sad blue eyes of hers always looking to the stars… I understand why you left, they seemed to say. But it will be a while before the pain in my heart fades. And it would be a while before she could return to the Prairie to stay. The absence of Shamwari and Sanibel both was suffocating for her. Still, she would do what she could for her family, and trusted that between Ruger and Vihaan, things would all turn out okay.
And so, at last, she came to a pause in her ceaseless, unhurried pacing of the beach. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, not nearly so gently as the rhythmic lapping of the incoming tide that left traces of seafoam upon the sand. With a soft sigh, Darshan lowered herself to her knees and settled with her legs folded beneath her, the strands of her silvery tail hinted red-gold falling across the damp sand behind her. “Main aapako jaanata hoon,” she whispered to the empty beach as her delicate, curved ears turned to catch the hushed swell of the sea. I know you. And in her heart, Shamwari was with her.