"We are like that fish," she said. "We get out of the water and someone, much like death, throws
us back in. In this world, we are actually out of water but death takes us back to life. Death, in
fact, is the real name for life. The rest is all sand! The desires we have are just love for sand."
My heart began to beat more rapidly. Neeha seemed to have a strange power over me. She had
changed my mind, my feelings, and my outlook on life. We walked hand in hand along the
seashore, looking out over the ocean waves. We no longer spoke.
The sweet confusion grew. My manhood bloomed with the desire to be closer to her. I was
overwhelmed with the frightening but wildly exciting desire I suddenly wanted nothing more
than to love her forever.
We stopped and looked at each other. In the twilight of early morning, I could see her eyes glitter
as if accepting my silent commitment. I took her face into my hands. She closed her eyes in
surrender, and I softly placed a kiss on each of them. My heart leapt with joy.
"You are so beautiful!" I whispered.
But then I sensed a change in Neeha's manner, a sudden distancing. She pulled away from me
and looked at the rising sun.
She said softly, "Yes, but this beauty is for the beasts." And she walked away.
I stood alone on the sands of time waiting for someone to come to throw me into the water.
The End
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