So Near, Yet So Far...

Once upon a time there lived a cherubic little boy and a sweet little girl in a land far away where garden pinks stood sentinel, lush mountains graced the surroundings with its warmth and luster, grazing greens added to the glee, flanked by fantastic hues of the morning dawn and the lovely amber of the succinic setting set; where fear was none, life was fun. They played, they pondered, and they smiled on the hills yonder.

Till one fine day, they grew wise enough to search for a livelihood. Realities of life knocked the door, opportunities seized at a go. They entered the land of the boisterous sounds, the honking grounds, the crowded lanes and the dirty city drains. The lovely couple was still happy working next to each other.

However, not all stories are nice and fun… some are gloomy and wrung. What went wrong, one may wonder. Yes, indeed it was the burden of expectations asunder. She yearned for attention, for intimacy, for care, for belongingness… He loved her enough, but circumstances kept inveigling his stance. He couldn’t demonstrate enough that he cared, not withstanding much. But yes, he still loved her more than himself.

Every morning, she’d still wait for that one voice she loved to hear, for that one scribbling she loved to see, for that one glimpse she’d die for, for that one touch she can’t forget. But alas, the city muffled all sweet voices into silence, buried all memories into rubbles, and burnt all desires into dirty fusain.

From days yonder where they talked about everything under the sun till those days which went by without a single conversation. Life is such – an enigma, changing hues with every passing moment. Faces changed, places altered, pinnacles reached. Yet that one thing stayed ablaze, one thing outrode unscathed.

Years passed… a lifetime passed by…

Paths crossed once again. She was stunning as always. He was charming as ever.

That one thing was their undying love. True Love never dies. The girl and the boy are old now… Eyes have turned weak, but yet they never miss the wonderful colors of the setting sun; their body fails them, but they trudge along and walk hand in hand with their sticks.

Such is love – up and down the roller coaster. The journey is fun as long as you’re next to each other, eyes closed; yet you know someone lives for you, someone can die for you.

Such is love, self less, spiral, never-ending… Don’t waste a life-time by not expressing enough. Go ahead and speak your heart out.

Exceed expectations, and life will be an ethereal experience. Likewise, stop expecting… everything will feel like bliss. Amen.

-Ships