The Silence Beyond Eden

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The Silence Beyond Eden  The sky, dust-laden, wears the stains of ash, while restless souls gather pearls of eternity, yet their hunger remains unsatiated. Frontiers bleed, dreams crumble into ruins, and nameless children inherit an unknown Eden's ashes. Once, your footsteps consecrated the earth, your breath sanctified the wandering winds. Now, iron and fire dictate the fate of spring. Who taught the flowers to fear their blossoming? Perhaps the giants still play their ancient game, moving kingdoms across the chessboard of the earth, while pawns of flesh and blood vanish beneath their shadows. And you remain silent, beyond the ruins of paradise. Is your silence the final mystery of creation, or the permission through which the giants reign?
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Thorny Love

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 Thorny Love

By Goutam Roy

Rue de Rivoli was calm as usual, yet a strange uneasiness drifted through the air that day. Soon, restless crowds from different corners of Paris began pouring into the streets. A sudden wave of anger swept through them, turning familiar roads into scenes of chaos. Shouts echoed between the buildings as an unseen force seemed to awaken the darker instincts of the crowd.

Leila Benamar was returning from the home of her friend, Dr. Ismail, on Rue Mouffetard. Her husband, Julien Moreau, had grown anxious. He called her repeatedly, but she did not answer.

Unknown to him, Leila had become entangled in the growing turmoil. Carried away by a fury he could never have imagined, she joined the agitated crowd and hurled stones at those attempting to restore order.

Worried and exhausted, Julien switched on the television. The screen revealed a city gripped by disorder. Suddenly, his eyes froze on a familiar face.

It was Leila.

He watched in disbelief as she struggled amid the crowd before being overpowered and taken away in a police van. The woman he knew seemed like a stranger, her face revealing a world he had never glimpsed.

Before he could recover from the shock, someone knocked at his front door. The moment he opened it, several enraged strangers turned on him and stormed into his house. He was brutally beaten and left unconscious.

A police van arrived shortly afterwards. Its officers rescued him and rushed him to a nearby hospital.

Several days later, investigators questioned him about his connection with a woman suspected of belonging to a clandestine organisation. She was none other than Leila, the woman he had married two years earlier.

Julien sat speechless. He had known nothing of her hidden associations. Was the woman he loved living a secret life? Had the tenderness they shared concealed a truth he could never have imagined?

Tears rolled down his cheeks as memories of their happier days returned. Every smile, every promise, every whispered word seemed to rise from the ashes of a vanished past.

He had believed that love meant knowing another soul.

Now, surrounded by unanswered questions, he wondered whether two people could share a life and yet remain strangers.

Perhaps the cruelest thorn in love is not hatred, but the truth that arrives too late.

By Goutam Roy 

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