Last Thoughts

A change in the wind tells me I have some news to look forward to. It has not been this way for quite sometime now. The tree hanging upside down in my balcony has been whispering of an upcoming storm, but I have not paid any attention to it. Till, today.
The raven seemed to beckon me from the window sill and I went ahead with my plan of ignoring all the obvious warnings of Madame Chandie. She has been prompt all these years, I agree. But this time, it's me who is not picking up the signals. Not her fault at all. Or, may be it is her who has caused this change.
Time does not stand still, but it has not been galloping either. Dental procedures and skin grafts - this has become a ritual now, like Dr. Death, I keep dreading the day when I have to confront those witches. The witches of course, have just one place to stay: my mind. And, they have fully occupied it.
Does it ever make a difference to the universe that I am here, writing this with my blood, while burning some one else's soul over the embers? I guess not: if it was so, I would have been dead and be re-born like all other ordinary mortals of this world.
I am bored to be a seven hundred thirty five years old woman (that’s pretty young in our clan, if you ask me) trying to forget the black magic I have been weaving for centuries – I have stayed the same, it is only the people who wanted me to do it have changed over the period..
I want freedom - from all these. I want mortality. I want to be born a baby again and die at the mortal ripe age of sixty.
If only I could do that.
Probably I can, if I complete this last ritual for Ohmair Lunpgai - the Emperor of Tukinga. Once I am done with this, he will let me go away to the snow-covered mountains of Pilinga (which was called Kilimanjaro a mere five thousand years ago). I know he will. No counter magic of his cunning aides will ever bind me to this world ever again.
Once I am on the mountains, I am safe. I will find Him there. Waiting for me. He has been patient enough to wait for me all these years. I hope He will wait for few more. I want to start all over again. With Him, it is going to be different this time. I know. I can feel it.
Madame Chandie warns me otherwise. But I have chosen to ignore her this time.
This once.
I hope I can be right this once.