He requested me to chuck the perennial melancholy aside and write something different. A departure from the characteristic cynicism.
I wonder why people are so opinionated these days. People, increasingly lacking in empathy, quick to judge, sneer and act as a critic. Who and what made us one only god knows.
It reminds me of Gulzar Saab’s lines:
“Aao hum sab pehenle aaine
Saare dekhenge apna hi chehra
Sabko saarein haseen lagenge yahan.“
Let us all wear mirrors, everybody will see only their own face. And all will thus appear beautiful here.
From my go to raconteur, I heard the story of two strangers who met each other at a hotel lobby, in for the same seminar as luck would have it. I’m purposely being terse here; each thought they fell in love and confessed to one another before dawn broke in. I didn’t know conversations, of certain types perhaps, could be so profound, important and intimate to elicit whatever combination of feelings and hormones are required for two people to call it LOVE. It sure couldn’t have been an epiphany.
However, they decided to part as destined, although both content in having found Love once in their lifetime. What happened next is better left to one’s imagination.
They both fought hard not to reveal their growing love for another. Reveal that Achilles’ heel. I got confused, which battle was more consuming – the one that made them give in to love or the one that made them decide to cut the red string and give it up for life.
The story would make me ponder for a long time I know. My question however would remain the same, does one really give up on the person they love? Without a fight or a claim? Let them fade in oblivion?
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