Love beyond this cosmos: A future legend
Love! What?
This was the first remark I made ever in between the two hours long conversation with my ex- girlfriend Danialla. She preached about love one hour more and insisted that I was in love.
How can I? Had I ever-loved Danialla, I would have married her. But for 15 years Danialla urged me marry her. I let not my ears. I was calm she loved me. It was just the satisfaction for me. Frustrated, tired with me, she ended her 15 year old love story by marrying someone else.15 years since, this 55 year old man has been lonely again and has crossed 15 years after his romantic era, alone with piano, alone with music. If so how can I love the one whom I had never known, never seen and never talked? How can I be captured in the tyranny of her smile? How can her pleasant face mesmerize me? How can I love her only by the just the once look in the screen? And how can I love the one who has died 6 months before? How can I?
But this has happened and I deny it’s a crush. Yes, it’s a love not any fantasy. For a 55-year-old man fantasies are infatuations. Maria was a film star and I had first seen her in her funeral, a live show displayed by a TV channel. Caged in a coffin, I was only able to see her dead face, it was a glimpse and the cut off of electricity made me to abandon the show.
Late at night I dreamt her. She was in white gown and she had a silver crown with diamonds in her head. She had a black rose in her hand. She was about to give the black rose to me but at the time I wake up listening the telephone ring.
I know it is madness. I deny it. Why can’t I love the one who has died already? Has love any limit? I think not. So why can’t I love the one who exists not? The so-called circle of intellectual calls me mad, then what. I can deny the truth and believe a lie for this love. Hell with their bastard thinking. Don’t they know there is fair no fair in love and war? Don’t they know we are already in the third millennium? Don’t they know it’s already 22nd century.
2nd April 2103
First April had fooled me. But I know there’s second April where every fool acts are again electroplated with wisdom. This thinking again relieves me. But why these days I think my coolness and cheerfulness are just pretense? Why can’t I be happy through eternity? Why there is laziness in everything I do? Feckless and tasteless seems everything. Have I become lustless? Every glasses of water I drink seems teasing me with mine rose images.
Never known, just realized, love has just pain, a painful bliss. Had I known, I wouldn’t have ever ignored Danialla. I regret why I didn’t love Danialla before? A painless pain I wasn’t able to feel before, I should say I wasn’t lucky enough. Why didn’t I try to know her sentiments? I know not. She must have gone through the same passion. I was a bad man, I know. This love has made me good. I know I have to suffer the pain Danialla had suffered.
11th June 2103
I fell anxious, uninteresting and painful now- a- days. There are dreams and dreams ahead and I know I have been relegated to a teenage boy with aimless dreams. Work creation and music has already stationed. There are files of songs to be composed .Yet I don’t worry for them. This madness has a lot of songs in it, no need of any more songs to be composed. Everyday I write a song for her, though music less its full of rhythm.
What has happened to me? I know not. I asked of cure, Danialla recommended love for love.
15th July 2103
Today is the day I worried about yesterday. But everything has turned as that of lizard sunbathe proverb. Restless I have again become. But I know I have to be either road river for
this matter. I can’t hang like this. I have to work; I can’t hang on these daydreams anymore.
A step I walk forward brings me the heaven and a step taken backward brings me the hell. What can I do? Her face haunts me every time. It let not me sleep; it even haunts me in dreams. Why have I gone crazy, I know not. This love has no reason; if it had it wouldn’t have been love.
Sept 1st 2103
This first day of the month has opened a way out for me. I am determined I would clone Maria. She would be the first adult clone of our country, and I have to boast I am making her. Well, it was only a month ago our country gave legalization to the adult clone. Although I was not interested in science and technology the matter of love made me to have interest on it.
Today morning I met Mr. Aurum Silvera. A funny chap, seems work full but zestless. The man was himself cloned 50 times so he was given the name Aurum. He himself cloned 25 clones for others he was given surname Silvera. I came to know that Mr. Aurum Silvera was first cloned 50 years ago. He was cloned from a famous scientist specialized in the field of genetic engineering. Because of the clones’ areas of expertise he was cloned time and again. His 49th clone himself cloned Aurum Silvera.
Silvera is cloning Maria for me, which would be his 26th clone and his first adult clone. What would be his surname then? Might be Ferrum or rust! Its fun in making fun, but when itself matters to oneself, it rises our temper.
Mr. rust or Mr. ferric has detailed me about the adult clone.
He told me in shortcut a baby clone would be borne, some growth promoters would be given to the baby and within 13 days the baby would turn into a adult clone, 31 years old Maria, my Maria. And all of this would be done in the incubators and inside very controlled conditions. Then growth inhibitors would be given to inhibit growth. Some others medicines would be given to set the psychological and mental activities to enable the clone to be a truly adult clone.
Well there are lots of processes ahead. The first and the foremost one are to get the authorization from the authority for cloning. Before this noble support is to be taken from Maria’s mother. The task seems to be carefully handled otherwise I know my dreams would be swept in an instant. The second one is to get the saved DNA sample of Maria from local DNA bank.
Silvera has also recommended me to mingle my heart DNA with Maria’s heart DNA and make a separate heart. Ha! This science and technology has progressed a lot. And it seems unbelievable to listen that one can mingle his /her heart for other to pronounce his emotions. Ha! Ha! Ha!
When the growth promoters would grow Maria to 20 years of age, the heart would be transplanted to Maria. Then it would be easy for me to allure her.
All this I am going to do is for my love. So I don’t care about the money spent, yet I should be economical, I think. The project as Mr. Silvera named “ Maria for a musician” worth 20 trillion dollars, twice the annual budget of our state. Hence people are opposing it. But who cares, it’s the money I have earned and there’s the question of life and death of me in the project.
These days I’m busy more. The reason is Maria. Well, I have taken the noble support from Maria’s mother. She was positive but she insisted and concluded that new Maria and I should rear up Maria’s 1-year-old son. Well that was the sad part of my mission but I have to accept.
When it matters to love the one whom we love, it’s easy but when it is to love one whom we don’t love, it is really tempting. So was with me. I know I only love Maria not her son, but admitted. I thought, the boy whose father also passed 1 year before would get support and this would be my greatness. So I accepted the boy too.
Last week the clone of Maria was germinated in surrogate mother. There after I took a breathe of relief. Probably after 9 months a child would be borne and there are other process ahead.
10th Nov 2103
10 months still to go ahead for me to meet Maria. I am longing for July 25th 2104 when I would see Maria in front of me gazing me, with red rose in her hands. What would I do then? May I rush to feel her breath and to embrace her. My plans go, I would give her a red rose, my gift of love. What would she do? Would she hasten to embrace me or blush? Might she shrink her nose by seeing an old man? I fear she may not know me too, the most probable. But how can she? Her portion of heart has my own heart DNA.
There are millions of dreams ahead, I long for. And so would be the seasons, roses blossoming, perfumes of flower, bird chirping, and their love songs and everywhere yellow mustards, with peaches trees amidst in the field. What beautiful days they would be, I imagine.
I would sit in a cozy chair in my lawn reading newspaper. She would prepare tea for me and urge me to sip it soon. She would say, “Sip it, otherwise it would be cool soon”. There would be her lovely smile and caring hands and moreover there would be my Maria. Must there be exchange of kisses when she sets to rage. It would cool her and it would cool me too. Ah, she should kiss me at my forehead when I’m raged.
But my skin wasted, shrank, shine less.
Would she kiss this old skin? Would her sentiments grow enough for this old man? For the setting sun who lacks any freshness and vigor for life.
Well there lies the future. Who knows it? But it is not true now. The time machine can see the future. The latest discovery in the field of science and technology. I am going to see my future, my first meeting with Maria, her first look and her first move. Actually this time machine would foresee the time for when I would be able to see Maria by the means of a screen that is within the time machine. The information form Bio Informatics would enable to forecast the moves of related objects in the future. After this accordingly a visual would be made by the joint effort of scientists.
Although Mr. Silvera has suggested not foresee my future but I want to peep into it. I am determined to know the consequences.
Hence on 13th November I am going to time machine lab to see my future. I had calmed Mr.Silvera saying that I would peep my future only of July25th 2104, the time when Maria would first open her eyes as adult Maria. I am looking forward to 2 days ahead.
13th November 2103
This is the day the future is going to be disclosed for my future. I am already in the time machine lab. Mr. Silvera has also joined me. The scientists in the lab have programmed date and time in the screen of the time machine and they have inserted a chip in the machine. What are they doing? Might be the chip related to Bio Informatics.
Now the future is being displayed.
This is the clone lab and there is Mr. Silvera who is injecting something to Maria. May it be some medicines that could wake Maria from unconscious state.
Here I am .Oh there is Danialla and Maria’s son too. Danialla is holding the child in her lap. I can see myself there tensed, almost sweating. I know I would.
Maria is waking up. She is now out of growth incubator, she is grazing everyone with wonder and with a surprise that she knows not anyone.
I am eager whom she would approach first.
She is there still, with her innocent eyes and slender blend of smile and sadness in her lips. What is she going to do?
She is walking towards us. I, in future seem restless.
She comes near me and gives a smile, “Thank u sir,” she says. “You have given life to me.” She steps forward to Danialla and says, “Please let me hold my son”.
What is she doing? I am making her, giving life to her but she will reject my feelings and rush to hold her son. Hunh.
On the screen: Maria holds her son, kiss him in his forehead. The child weeps .May the child has recognized his mother; his tears may be for the happiness of feeling his mother.
Now Maria is sitting with her child in a chair and suckling her baby. She seems pleasant most and her eyes are full of motherliness. The child stops crying. He hastily sucks the breast and within some minutes he draws his mouth, shrink
his mouth in satisfaction and tries to sleep in his mothers lap. Maria too seems very contented.
Oh, what is happening to Maria? Maria suddenly seems glow less, her body bents and her skin seems shrinking. Eyes and lips seem dry.
Silvera shouts, “Hey doctors, the growth promoting medicine was mistakenly given in over dose. It has accelerated her age.”
“Nurses hold the baby, hold Maria and lay her in the bed. Quick! Install equipments to give her artificial respiration. Quick! Give her growth-inhibiting syringe,” Silver hastens.
Maria is lied in a bed and respiratory equipments are massed around. Silvera feels her pulse. Suddenly he declares,” Maria is dead.”
Raj Basyal
February 2003
This fiction is dedicated to my mother.
Love! What?
This was the first remark I made ever in between the two hours long conversation with my ex- girlfriend Danialla. She preached about love one hour more and insisted that I was in love.
How can I? Had I ever-loved Danialla, I would have married her. But for 15 years Danialla urged me marry her. I let not my ears. I was calm she loved me. It was just the satisfaction for me. Frustrated, tired with me, she ended her 15 year old love story by marrying someone else.15 years since, this 55 year old man has been lonely again and has crossed 15 years after his romantic era, alone with piano, alone with music. If so how can I love the one whom I had never known, never seen and never talked? How can I be captured in the tyranny of her smile? How can her pleasant face mesmerize me? How can I love her only by the just the once look in the screen? And how can I love the one who has died 6 months before? How can I?
But this has happened and I deny it’s a crush. Yes, it’s a love not any fantasy. For a 55-year-old man fantasies are infatuations. Maria was a film star and I had first seen her in her funeral, a live show displayed by a TV channel. Caged in a coffin, I was only able to see her dead face, it was a glimpse and the cut off of electricity made me to abandon the show.
Late at night I dreamt her. She was in white gown and she had a silver crown with diamonds in her head. She had a black rose in her hand. She was about to give the black rose to me but at the time I wake up listening the telephone ring.
I know it is madness. I deny it. Why can’t I love the one who has died already? Has love any limit? I think not. So why can’t I love the one who exists not? The so-called circle of intellectual calls me mad, then what. I can deny the truth and believe a lie for this love. Hell with their bastard thinking. Don’t they know there is fair no fair in love and war? Don’t they know we are already in the third millennium? Don’t they know it’s already 22nd century.
2nd April 2103
First April had fooled me. But I know there’s second April where every fool acts are again electroplated with wisdom. This thinking again relieves me. But why these days I think my coolness and cheerfulness are just pretense? Why can’t I be happy through eternity? Why there is laziness in everything I do? Feckless and tasteless seems everything. Have I become lustless? Every glasses of water I drink seems teasing me with mine rose images.
Never known, just realized, love has just pain, a painful bliss. Had I known, I wouldn’t have ever ignored Danialla. I regret why I didn’t love Danialla before? A painless pain I wasn’t able to feel before, I should say I wasn’t lucky enough. Why didn’t I try to know her sentiments? I know not. She must have gone through the same passion. I was a bad man, I know. This love has made me good. I know I have to suffer the pain Danialla had suffered.
11th June 2103
I fell anxious, uninteresting and painful now- a- days. There are dreams and dreams ahead and I know I have been relegated to a teenage boy with aimless dreams. Work creation and music has already stationed. There are files of songs to be composed .Yet I don’t worry for them. This madness has a lot of songs in it, no need of any more songs to be composed. Everyday I write a song for her, though music less its full of rhythm.
What has happened to me? I know not. I asked of cure, Danialla recommended love for love.
15th July 2103
Today is the day I worried about yesterday. But everything has turned as that of lizard sunbathe proverb. Restless I have again become. But I know I have to be either road river for
this matter. I can’t hang like this. I have to work; I can’t hang on these daydreams anymore.A step I walk forward brings me the heaven and a step taken backward brings me the hell. What can I do? Her face haunts me every time. It let not me sleep; it even haunts me in dreams. Why have I gone crazy, I know not. This love has no reason; if it had it wouldn’t have been love.
Sept 1st 2103
This first day of the month has opened a way out for me. I am determined I would clone Maria. She would be the first adult clone of our country, and I have to boast I am making her. Well, it was only a month ago our country gave legalization to the adult clone. Although I was not interested in science and technology the matter of love made me to have interest on it.
Today morning I met Mr. Aurum Silvera. A funny chap, seems work full but zestless. The man was himself cloned 50 times so he was given the name Aurum. He himself cloned 25 clones for others he was given surname Silvera. I came to know that Mr. Aurum Silvera was first cloned 50 years ago. He was cloned from a famous scientist specialized in the field of genetic engineering. Because of the clones’ areas of expertise he was cloned time and again. His 49th clone himself cloned Aurum Silvera.
Silvera is cloning Maria for me, which would be his 26th clone and his first adult clone. What would be his surname then? Might be Ferrum or rust! Its fun in making fun, but when itself matters to oneself, it rises our temper.
Mr. rust or Mr. ferric has detailed me about the adult clone.
He told me in shortcut a baby clone would be borne, some growth promoters would be given to the baby and within 13 days the baby would turn into a adult clone, 31 years old Maria, my Maria. And all of this would be done in the incubators and inside very controlled conditions. Then growth inhibitors would be given to inhibit growth. Some others medicines would be given to set the psychological and mental activities to enable the clone to be a truly adult clone.
Well there are lots of processes ahead. The first and the foremost one are to get the authorization from the authority for cloning. Before this noble support is to be taken from Maria’s mother. The task seems to be carefully handled otherwise I know my dreams would be swept in an instant. The second one is to get the saved DNA sample of Maria from local DNA bank.
Silvera has also recommended me to mingle my heart DNA with Maria’s heart DNA and make a separate heart. Ha! This science and technology has progressed a lot. And it seems unbelievable to listen that one can mingle his /her heart for other to pronounce his emotions. Ha! Ha! Ha!
When the growth promoters would grow Maria to 20 years of age, the heart would be transplanted to Maria. Then it would be easy for me to allure her.
All this I am going to do is for my love. So I don’t care about the money spent, yet I should be economical, I think. The project as Mr. Silvera named “ Maria for a musician” worth 20 trillion dollars, twice the annual budget of our state. Hence people are opposing it. But who cares, it’s the money I have earned and there’s the question of life and death of me in the project.
These days I’m busy more. The reason is Maria. Well, I have taken the noble support from Maria’s mother. She was positive but she insisted and concluded that new Maria and I should rear up Maria’s 1-year-old son. Well that was the sad part of my mission but I have to accept.
When it matters to love the one whom we love, it’s easy but when it is to love one whom we don’t love, it is really tempting. So was with me. I know I only love Maria not her son, but admitted. I thought, the boy whose father also passed 1 year before would get support and this would be my greatness. So I accepted the boy too.
Last week the clone of Maria was germinated in surrogate mother. There after I took a breathe of relief. Probably after 9 months a child would be borne and there are other process ahead.
10th Nov 2103
10 months still to go ahead for me to meet Maria. I am longing for July 25th 2104 when I would see Maria in front of me gazing me, with red rose in her hands. What would I do then? May I rush to feel her breath and to embrace her. My plans go, I would give her a red rose, my gift of love. What would she do? Would she hasten to embrace me or blush? Might she shrink her nose by seeing an old man? I fear she may not know me too, the most probable. But how can she? Her portion of heart has my own heart DNA.
There are millions of dreams ahead, I long for. And so would be the seasons, roses blossoming, perfumes of flower, bird chirping, and their love songs and everywhere yellow mustards, with peaches trees amidst in the field. What beautiful days they would be, I imagine.
I would sit in a cozy chair in my lawn reading newspaper. She would prepare tea for me and urge me to sip it soon. She would say, “Sip it, otherwise it would be cool soon”. There would be her lovely smile and caring hands and moreover there would be my Maria. Must there be exchange of kisses when she sets to rage. It would cool her and it would cool me too. Ah, she should kiss me at my forehead when I’m raged.
But my skin wasted, shrank, shine less.
Would she kiss this old skin? Would her sentiments grow enough for this old man? For the setting sun who lacks any freshness and vigor for life.
Well there lies the future. Who knows it? But it is not true now. The time machine can see the future. The latest discovery in the field of science and technology. I am going to see my future, my first meeting with Maria, her first look and her first move. Actually this time machine would foresee the time for when I would be able to see Maria by the means of a screen that is within the time machine. The information form Bio Informatics would enable to forecast the moves of related objects in the future. After this accordingly a visual would be made by the joint effort of scientists.
Although Mr. Silvera has suggested not foresee my future but I want to peep into it. I am determined to know the consequences.
Hence on 13th November I am going to time machine lab to see my future. I had calmed Mr.Silvera saying that I would peep my future only of July25th 2104, the time when Maria would first open her eyes as adult Maria. I am looking forward to 2 days ahead.
13th November 2103
This is the day the future is going to be disclosed for my future. I am already in the time machine lab. Mr. Silvera has also joined me. The scientists in the lab have programmed date and time in the screen of the time machine and they have inserted a chip in the machine. What are they doing? Might be the chip related to Bio Informatics.
Now the future is being displayed.
This is the clone lab and there is Mr. Silvera who is injecting something to Maria. May it be some medicines that could wake Maria from unconscious state.
Here I am .Oh there is Danialla and Maria’s son too. Danialla is holding the child in her lap. I can see myself there tensed, almost sweating. I know I would.
Maria is waking up. She is now out of growth incubator, she is grazing everyone with wonder and with a surprise that she knows not anyone.
I am eager whom she would approach first.
She is there still, with her innocent eyes and slender blend of smile and sadness in her lips. What is she going to do?
She is walking towards us. I, in future seem restless.
She comes near me and gives a smile, “Thank u sir,” she says. “You have given life to me.” She steps forward to Danialla and says, “Please let me hold my son”.
What is she doing? I am making her, giving life to her but she will reject my feelings and rush to hold her son. Hunh.
On the screen: Maria holds her son, kiss him in his forehead. The child weeps .May the child has recognized his mother; his tears may be for the happiness of feeling his mother.
Now Maria is sitting with her child in a chair and suckling her baby. She seems pleasant most and her eyes are full of motherliness. The child stops crying. He hastily sucks the breast and within some minutes he draws his mouth, shrink
his mouth in satisfaction and tries to sleep in his mothers lap. Maria too seems very contented.Oh, what is happening to Maria? Maria suddenly seems glow less, her body bents and her skin seems shrinking. Eyes and lips seem dry.
Silvera shouts, “Hey doctors, the growth promoting medicine was mistakenly given in over dose. It has accelerated her age.”
“Nurses hold the baby, hold Maria and lay her in the bed. Quick! Install equipments to give her artificial respiration. Quick! Give her growth-inhibiting syringe,” Silver hastens.
Maria is lied in a bed and respiratory equipments are massed around. Silvera feels her pulse. Suddenly he declares,” Maria is dead.”
Raj Basyal
February 2003
This fiction is dedicated to my mother.
