The clouds cast a gloomy shadow over the sea of pine behind me. The icy wind carrying the touch of river parvati cut through my brows. I could hear her gushing through the forest turning rock to dust, fresh from her frozen origins - an unstoppable force yet to meet an immovable object.

The winds whispered their thoughts to me as they blew through the hills unbeknownst that a mere mortal such as me could barely fathom their musings. They blew on, as they do - free as they are.

I sit atop a bed of moss, below me nothing. The mountain unamused by my presence, although welcoming still. A fall from here would certainly do the trick.

"Are you sure about this?" - he asked nonchalantly, as if he didn't already know my answer. In our many years together he had always known my every thought even before I did. Why would he start caring now, when he had never cared before.

I offer him no response.

"Well you better get on with it then, we haven't got all day." - he added.

We have all the time in the world but it seems he is as weary of my existence as I am. My burden has been too much for him. I nodded in conclusion. Its best that I get on with it.

Its a pleasant sight to be my last, and a pleasant breath to feel. One final caress of the mountain and I'm ready.

And then...

And then...

And then I become one with the wind,

And then I became one with nothing.