Sadness – Part I


“No, no, no, I can’t believe it. Tell me it’s not true! But we haven’t had enough time together. I’ve been too busy”, she rambled desperately. You could imagine her eyes rolling inside her head as she tried to come to terms with the news that was just revealed to her. Her head started to glisten with what was probably cold sweat. No, more likely chilled sweat. Such was the terminal nature of the news.

She lifted her hands. And wept.

Euphoria – Part I


“No, no, no, I can’t believe it. Please don’t tell me it’s a dream!” Although I couldn’t see her face, her elation was evident. It permeated through her skin, through her hands and the vibrations of joy hit me so hard that I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.

The news evidently shocked her with such intense delight that it bordered on the emotionally painful. Her head started to glisten with what was probably the heat of elation.

She lifted her hands. And wept.


Inspired by a fabulous old song by Billy Joel called “Summer, Highland Falls”. Lyrics here:

They say that these are not the best of times
But they’re the only times I’ve ever known
And I believe there is a time for meditation
In cathedrals of our own

Now, I have seen that sad surrender in my lover’s eyes
And I can only stand apart and sympathize
For we are always what our situations hand us
It’s either sadness or euphoria

So we’ll argue and we’ll compromise
And realize that nothing’s ever changed
For all our mutual experience,
Our separate conclusions are the same

Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
Our reason coexists with our insanity
And though we choose between reality and madness
It’s either sadness or euphoria

How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
Perhaps we don’t fulfill each others fantasies
And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives,
With our respective similarities
It’s either sadness of euphoria

(Picture Credit: Me)