INTO THE DEPTHS- THE LATTER HALF

 "He left on a no-moon day shunning the brightness of the unseen moon not knowing that when seen in full, the moon always gave its joy of love to rejoice"~Shri

"Back then, do you think , had we been together, our lives would have been different??" Pratheeksha asked.

"Prat, c'mon, you always said not to make assumptions.Why do you need to recall now?" Ajoy said smiling.

"But still,you could have waited or atleast...anyways leave it..we wouldn't have been happier together either.."

"Prat..do you really wanna ruin this trip? Cmon we have moved on..different times different phases..Let's see  the 'now' here.."

Madrid was not good as it was expected to be.Bunol which is a three hour drive from Madrid was the spot for the gathering.The occasion was for the Tomatina festival with a group that had travelled from India.Universe has its own way of playing the ploy of love.Prat and Ajoy who parted ways had no idea that they would be a part of the travelling group.Prat was considered an introvert and lonesome traveller and Ajoy a happy go by boy.

The former half..

"You don't see what I am talking about.Eventually you will knit pick on matters that you agree today and then it will be a big disaster.."Ajoy was in no mood for extending the conversation.

"Do you even see the crux of this argument Ajoy,it doesn't matter, because we like and love each other",Prat said unapologetically.

"Of late, Prat, don't you think that you're forcing yourself into situations which you need yourself to.That is the problem.I see you are becoming someone and that too for me, I can't handle that Prat"

"You don't see the point Ajoy or perhaps you never wanted to.You feel just like anyone else in this world and need for the love and care;True that you want to be yourself and so do I.But I see the us..."the mid sentence was yet to be ended by Prat.

"It's Over.I am trying my level best.Somehow the thread is lost and its not possible to wind that up.Let's leave "

Love and relationships, easily can be called as the mid life crisis phase.Especially, when you feel like you own your life unfazed by any situation,the choices you have bring along with it a sense of fear too.In choosing our better half, humans of this generation appear more cautious than any other being on earth.The primary missing factor of acceptance combined with the cynic psyche due to extra  bombardment of informations actually takes the charm of curiosity and gives a niche to the newly formed relationships.

The latter half:

The two pair of eyes did meet but not like before.The pair of hands did yearned for the dearest holding but not like before.Ajoy looked deep into Prat and said, "Circumstances..Right decisions at wrong time..but then its ok Prat..Moved on"

With a wry smile waded with passage of time, Prat said, "Some decisions are beyond control.When looked retrospectivelty, you realise that, but then Ajoy, we missed being on that same boat"

Humans are born with the inner vaccum of incompleteness.Searching for self neither in the pleasures of life,nor in the shades of inward travel bears fruit.You accept the incompleteness and graciously bow to the Almighty TIME with no weapons of ego,pride,individuality etc.Of all the depths in your life, Love is the deepest and you realise it only in the LATTER HALF.

DREAMS ON FIRE

 "You are the laughter from childhood dreams..

   You are the faith when I need belief...

   You are where I belong..

   You are the soothing feel in my soul.."

She just found that corner seat in the last row of the bus.Before the blaze that rushes for the windowsill she wanted to have that seat badly.As time tickled away, she got a quick glance of the atmosphere and sat at the seat just like a queen on a diamond throne.

"How does it feel Diya?..Just to be yourself.Unslained by the bubbling scuffles of thought continum."

"Who are you? And why do I need to answer you?"

"I am someone whom you have known since birth.But not now though..Anyways..How do you like it? Just to be yourself? Unslained.."

"I have always been myself.Just as always.No impersonations..Impromptu and Independent.."

The breeze of the evening wind waded down the transverse windows of the bus.So did Diya's mood and her fellow being's smile.Some journeys in life are never meant to be forgotten for you do it only once.Nevertheless, such journey can happen in a crowded bus?? Wonder!! why not??

The downhill journey from Trivandrum to Shencottah was a belly dancing sweep.You never feel the rumbling noise external to you once you set the eyes on the moving nature.Diya who was in her later 30's got into that immersive feeling..

"So Diya? You still haven't answered my question.? How does it feel to.....?

"Just shut up and let me enjoy this moment..These are such beautiful places to add weightage to my portifolio"

"Oh..I see..The immersive experience you are having is the one for your portifolio..Good good..So I believe you are all by yourself"

"Do I need to say again..? I am all by myself ..Impromptu and Independent.."

As the bus took a hairpin bend turn, Diya saw the park named "Little Angels"..The nearby tea shop next to the hairpin bend was the usual "turn off" engine spot for the driver. Millennials might have the greatest pinnacle paths to be made in science, but the elder generation had their pinnacles rooted with moments and nature.Diya was a 90's kid and somewhere adopted a hybrid lifestyle with the grooves of the demanding system.

"Little Angels" was a welcoming park for kids.As Diya walked through the park, she remembered Oscar Wilde's "The Selfish Giant" and Ms.Maud Roger's faithful recital of the poem Lochinvar.She felt that something within her had changed or even lost.The grandeur of Lochinvar and the love of his for Ellen was all that she celebrated in her childhood days.Diya's memoirs just painted the picture of her kitten stories and the guardian angel she imagined herself to be.

Something within her broke and she knew that all these memoirs are a pain locked wallet which can neither be spent nor thrown away.She doesn't want to relive those memoirs which can never be true.Diya,an independent lady, a celebrity photographer,an ardent individual wasn't able to cultivate these memory verses into a logical poem.Tears filled as she looked up the "Little angels" park with welcoming wide open arms.

"So Diya..You still believe you are all by yourself?"

"I don't know..I am successful,independent and a go-by woman wanted to do the right things.."

"I see.You realise what you have lost all through these years of your so called intellect and borrowed logical life"

"No..I don't know..who are you? why do you follow me throughout??"

"I am the lost one..Or rather the pain locked wallet..Or the make belief joy you had..I am the INNOCENCE you lost in this accelerated path of life"

"You are my waking dream

You are all the thrill to me

You are the magic in the world I see.."And the journey continues..