Nigel

The mysterious immensity of the infinite was numinous. Elements were pure. No existence there. Everything was spiritual.
All his little friends lay on a large bed –worn out by their daily plays. Awake, Nigel lost himself in the labyrinth of silence as he thought of fate.
As usual, his small figure sneaked out of bed to the window. By the corner of the frame, he stared at the skies.
There, some bright points were stuck, and he wondered what was to be like them. And that moment, in his little eardrums rumbled the director’s of the mission words.
"Stars travel through space."
And a wish of being a luminous ball that flew at liberty welled inside him.
His yearning was about being free and shining –like a star- over others. Above all, escaped from his cruel destiny. But it seemed unlikely.
His grandfather was a slave in a sugar plantation. He was given a small piece of land in the plantation –on which worked. Nigel’s ancestor could sell his own crops and get money, so he was able to buy his son’s freedom.
At his father’s time, their native island was no longer important as a military and naval station. So prosperity was over. And there was a bitter complaint among the planters about poverty.
In search of a future, his parents along with him boarded a bark to the old world, but they never got there. Unluckily, the ship wrecked, and he survived them. Nigel was taken to the near island and left there in a mission.

As light was worn away and some bright points showed up; as usual, Nigel went to the breach to stare at them.
But, he was unaware of that he admired at the moon’s melancholy –for its disheartened love with the sun.
As the sun met the moon for first time, they lived a passionate affair, which blossomed into love. But fate had decided that the sun lit the day and the moon the night, so both came into accounts that each lived separately from other. They would never be together again.
This was so painful for the moon that, from that moment, she shone with sadness, and whose pathos inspired the most beautiful words and was solace for broken hearts.

Nigel woke up with his heart on a distinct life. Unfortunately, his character was not similar to the other children who –lived uncared about future- waiting for what God brought to them.
On the flat top of the roof, as his body and arms forming a cross, Nigel felt the sunbeams soaked and fuelled him up with a balmlike hope. But, there is no much sense in flapping his arms; he could not fly away. The yell of grown-ups brought him down and back to the mission.
To Nigel was just left the silent nights where all had their rest and when he could watch the Delphic exterior through the window.
One night, Morpheus had given shelter to Nigel in his arms, and this had a vision.
He was traversing the universe as a burning point, which cast out light, on a black night. And as he crossed some stars commented each other about the sun and moon’s love.
‘God ruled that no love could be impossible, so He bestowed eclipse to the sun and moon,’ one said to another.
‘And they won’t live separate forever.’
As a comet went through, this told, ‘eclipse is like love, it doesn’t come along often.’
One star that revolted around said, ‘when the sun covers the moon, it is because he was over her and they are loving each other.’
‘And the intensity of their love is so big that it can blind you,’ added another star.
For first time, Nigel had perceived his parents’ omnipresence since they died in the shipwreck. His dream –in which stars spoke between them- made him bring into his memory his mother’s words.
As the moon shining was the only light and the bark sailed in the still waters, his mother, staring at the skies, pointed out one and another bright point, and she said, ‘each is one beloved person of ours.’
A vivid emotion was his vision in which the talking stars were his progenitors.
But, this perception was not balm for his sadness. He could not change his fate, and this burnt him out.

As usual, on the roof, Nigel saw the horizon in distance, and always flapped his arms as if he attempted to fly away; but he was encaged bird.
Nigel not shared his hours with the other children who played; he isolated himself to dream away with being someone else. He was rebel at his life’s circumstances.
Obscurity was in everywhere. There was a dead silence. It seemed that nobody was alive. But, at that hour, some men died nightly in their beds, others were at their warm homes and many wandered somewhere. And, he was just a survivor. Outside the moon shone brightly as the nightly hours advanced; but this time, Nigel could not admire at the star’s melancholy.
Unexpectedly he sensed as if his mother had come over, and she embraced and specked on him. A thrilling emotion led him into sleep.
Anew, he was a comet that traversed the universe. He emitted a shining and comely light –which showed off- as he crossed through the space. He was a marvellous star. And, he was delighted by. But, his most gratification was jealousy that yielded to others.
As comet he was aware that everyone had his own time to shine.
‘You should light all with your brightness,’ said a fleeting star.
Nigel knew that when his shining faded away those who he lit once would light him.
‘Be happy making others happy,’ a comet burst in on.
Then, he heard from the universe, ‘all my creatures are beloved; even those which are seen as the humblest.’
‘Be meek when you go through the black holes of the infinite,’ one star warned
He thought, "I will strength myself at troubled time."
‘Nothing holds you. You’re free and your determination will led you to where you want to get,’ recalled the universe.
‘Love will be your shelter,’ a star added.
‘We are love. And, we will be where love is,’ said another star.
The universe told, ‘love understands everything.’
After some years, Nigel came to an age, and in search of a future –as his progenitors did once, he boarded a ship, but he never got to shore. He died at sea.

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