Now You See Them, Now You Don’t!

Now You See Them, Now You Don’t!

I have met People, called them friends, trusted them as if bonds could be eternal. But Naalukettu taught me that homes, like relationships, crumble and those who once sheltered you can turn you into an outsider overnight. I have seen affection wear out, like Appunni’s search for belonging, reminding me that what we call love is often just a momentary comfort.

I believed in loyalty, but Second Turn showed me that even Bhima, the most steadfast of brothers, was betrayed by silence, by indifference, by a world that always looked past him. In people around me, I saw the same.... promises cracking when self-interest rises, truth bending to convenience, companionship lasting only until its weight becomes a burden.

I have known colleagues and companions who stayed close only when it suited them, like the shifting warmth and distance in Time, where time erases faces and memories, leaving only a bitter recognition that nothing holds. I saw smiles that resembled the cold mist, beautiful for a moment, then dissolving into emptiness.

In the solitude that follows, I found the truth of The Demon Seed....how society has a way of stripping even the strongest, leaving them with nothing but the nakedness of despair. And in Mist and The Nila that flows through so much of MT’s writing, I saw what remains constant: impermanence. People pass through our lives like rivers in flood, never still, never ours, carving us with their absence more than with their presence.

The harshest truth MT leaves us with is this: no bond is safe from erosion. What remains is not the people, but the ache of their passing; a silence heavier than their presence ever was!