An ode to all those who have loved and lost, and still continue to hold that person special…
There are these infinite moments in life when you sit back and think - what went wrong that your life dint turn out to be the way you wanted it to be. Despite numerous dispositions of trying to make it all perfect, why do you just loose all that you had in the end…..
It’s a beautiful feeling to have someone you want to go home every night because you know that after the most tiresome day, that one person is capable enough to light it up all bright for you. That one “How was your day” becomes the most comforting question, that one moment of embrace becomes the strongest force to make you stand again, that one kiss, that one hug, that one look which says “I’m there” has a million meanings to it all of a sudden that a silence could convey. And we all keep falling in love everyday with this one person in every way, with the hope that these moments of contentment would last forever. And then there are those mornings when you wake up to realize that all that you called yours is suddenly gone. That morning looks like the weirdest of all, not because you have lost the most important part if your life, but because you cannot decide if you would ever have them back again, or if wanting them back would mean it the same for them.
You debate a number of times, analyzing and pulling out every strand from the story to see if there was a room for an attempt again. Ofcourse, the answer to what went wrong is not found! And then you feel, that had you never been in love, life could have been so much simpler - the heartaches would have just been for dropping your cellphone and cracking it, the tears would roll down only if you had got your knee bruised, the longings would only be for the homecomings, and the wait would mean just an hour at the coffee shops… But only if life could be the way we wanted it and if love could be all that we needed!
When I was young, most of the “matured” clan around me enlightened me on how to go about love; picking the essential ingredients very carefully and blending them with even more sensitivity. However, when I saw it, the definitions quite changed and words like trust, understanding, respect and compassion was all I found people fighting for. And then I realized that if falling in love was easy, falling out of love was never the less difficult! Love alone could never compensate for what we dint have. So trust could not replace understanding, and love couldn’t be a substitute for trust. They seemed like the tiers in a rainbow, you cannot change the order and it takes a perfect day to make it happen. After all, it takes a lot of shit to go down there to make it look like the most elegant work of mastery you could ever see.
Nothing lasts forever… Neither the nights of undaunted comfort, nor the mornings of redundant pain! It has all to go away one day, that one day when though that one person wouldn’t seem less special and his memories would still linger on, but that one day, when forever would take up the shape of a more contained time, a beautiful time….
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