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Sunday, August 6, 2017

Through my eyes...

Her eyes met his, for the first time as they walked down the distance between them. “A smile could cover miles,” she believed. Embarrassingly she realised that she didn’t return the smile he threw at her. Was she weird to giggle on the first sight. Who cares! He wasn’t sure what to say, all he could do was to smile. She looked mostly like he thought, yet he watched her carefully.

Together, they sat by the water bed. Hot and humid, but the light breeze that touched them from the waters helped. With words spoken, they were knowing each other. Both wondered, how they had so much to talk about NOTHING! Yet, they laughed and giggled. With a backdrop of shimmering lights, a camera lens gave a cute click of their shadow overlooking them.

Two strangers, who never met or spoke before, on that full moon day, was talking about everything around except them. They knew, they were both deliberately speaking nothing about themselves. They were slowly recognising the common string they were tied up with. Till today, they were running away from it and today it has brought two complete strangers together. It was pulling them closer. What was it that bound them?

Memories… The memories they built within them were neither great to be cherished nor sweet enough to let them live away from it. Things of the past was haunting their present and they knew it was the same for the other too. And this was their binding force. The very memories they wanted to run away from had today played a fairy tale trick in their life. Fantasy, it may sound, was what they wanted and that was exactly what they were creating in this new-found relation.

He was getting acquainted to her memory book with every passing day. He turned the pages randomly and wasn’t comfortable with what he read. He would close the book often and made sure he wouldn’t open it too often. Why would someone open a chapter that brought in discomfort when there were so much better options, he believed. It was nothing different for her either. She purposefully kept his memory book closed as she too knew, the memories of today was much beautiful than those of the past.

Together they had made up their mind already to create a new book of Memories. They knew, what the pages should have. It would be a mix of friendship, love, fun, laughter and just a pinch of tears. This moment, this very moment was what they wanted to live. Without the pain of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow, they started living a today. They filled their book with pages of today; with a picture of the moments they shared on every page.

They knew, some day tomorrow… Wherever they would be, when they flip through these pages, it would only bring smiles. Neither they had explanations to the world around nor questions to the world within. They cared less and lived more. Deliberately, they avoided the questions of “What” and “How long”; instead asked “When” and “Where” and they stood by it. They treated every day of their life together as their last day. Hence, they left no room for regrets. They lived through them laughing out loud. Their book had more Emojis than any Whatsapp chat could have.

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As I sat here smiling to their joy and crying to their tears, I knew they were right in their own way. Afterall, I wasn’t good to them all this while, rather, my predecessors were not just to them. Hence, they had all rights to be happy the way they were. There was No name for their relation; they didn’t want one. They felt it would bring confusions and will spoil the beauty of whatever they shared. The world was blind to understand and categorise them. But I knew it well, as I could see it good enough to realise the value of their togetherness.

I saw no ‘he’ or ‘she’. I saw two individuals creating a single soul through their dreams. I felt good as their life unfolded together. I was enjoying every moment of this new life witnessing everything they saw together. The dazzling lights, the shivering trees, the dancing waves kept me amused. The humid air, the cold breeze, the hushing sounds kept me obvious to the present. I loved to watch them build me up and then keep me close to their heart.

You might wonder, Who am I? I am the child of their life together. Born from their love and friendship, I was their beautiful creation. Every day they lived, I grew bigger and stronger. Their togetherness was my identity. Their relation was my foundation. I existed far away, yet lived within them. I am their breath and their life and you can call me their Memory, today’s memory… And this is through my eyes…

Signing off with lots of love and joy
Their loving Memory…

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

But, do I have...

Life seems fast and happening…but is this what I want…
Time to pause and think…For what is it that I want…
I knew, the world walked around with a fake face…
But, do I have all that it need, to live this phase…

The glittering lights and the bright shiny rooms…
The flashy clicks as the loud applauds booms…
I knew, the world was watching close with smiles…
But, do I have all that wish, to walk these miles…

Yes, I smiled and smiled as I walked forward…
As my heart pounded like a little coward…
I knew, the world would see nothing beneath…
But, do I have all that will, to just bequeath…

Everything anew as it masked within the real me…
As a quicker route to the time I yearned to see…
I knew, the world would frown on this change...
But, do I have all that heart to care, isn't that strange…  

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Can I, ever?

One fine day, he came up saying his ATM card got stuck in the machine and he urgently needed cash as his house power bill was not paid. He gave excuses for all suggestions to use credit card / cheque or direct bank teller. Bottom line, he was desperate for money.

Though, deeply in problems myself…I never could close eyes to anybody in distress, especially for money. I had gone through worse situations in life and always had some angel to lend me a hand…For this reason, I always felt, these were the moments where I could repay my gratitude to god for his invisible presence in my life… Shelling out the amount he needed would cringe me this month. Still…

I offered money, he declined. Next day, he mentioned that the power was disconnected at his residence and how difficult it was in this summer. He went on and on about sweating hard and how his health was taking a toll due the same. I felt bad, again. Forced him to take the money and he could return it as soon as he gets his ATM card back. Half minded, he agreed. I transferred the amount to him to collect from an exchange. He thanked me profusely.

Couple of days later, he called up deeply stressed out. His ATM has not reached yet, but he urgently need cash as his mother is sick back home. This time, he asked me if he can borrow some more money. I could only give him a part of the amount he needed. Shockingly, he asked me if I could spare any ornament that he could mortgage as it was emergency. “Afterall, it was the matter of own mother, anybody would want to do their best and that might have made him shed his ego and ask me,” I assumed. I couldn’t do it. Hence, I explained the situation to another friend and he too chipped in. Thus the problem got solved.

Within a week, my friend created a ruckus and got his money back. I felt bad for the boy, his mother is sick and he is forced to run around for money, especially when he has money unused in his account. “Everything will be alright, once ur ATM card gets delivered,” I consoled.

Within days, I realised… He had nothing more than his boasting dialogues. On the verge of legal cases, all he had was a negative bank account and credit cards. Shocking it was, but then… Similar people had already crossed my life, who had to boast just to survive. I was sympathetic for him.  

With all sympathy, things weren’t great for me either. As luck could have it, I needed the money urgently, if not all, atleast a part of it. I kept calling him and he disappeared. No calls, no chats…just disappeared into thin air. This went on for couple of months and I had almost lost hope in getting the money back… When one day, I called him from a colleague’s phone…

Voila, he answered the call.  Realising, I was clearly cheated, I couldn’t be calm any longer. I wanted an answer to WHY DID HE LIE TO ME… Suddenly, he said… “Please, I didn’t cheat you. I was not here. Do you know, my mother died and I am just back today after the rituals back home.”

Dumbstruck, I felt guilty to the core and so ashamed of myself. This man was in deep sorrow and I was so rude to him, I thought. I now could say nothing more. Apologising to him, I consoled him and expressed my condolences…

Days passed, it didn’t take much time for me to realise, “There was NO other bigger fool in the world than me…” His mother was all safe and sound and that #@$^&@%#$ had resorted to lies again; just to shut me off. He apologised to me for all the lies he had told me. Deeply regretting that he lied about his own mother, he explained how he fell into all this financial crisis and how he has not a single soul to help him anymore.

Its now more than 6 years since that day… He has still not returned the money.

I know, I would never get that money back. If I add up the amount I had spent on the telephone calls I made during this period…it would clear the amount he owe me. I would have forgotten about the money and would have just assumed that I gave it off as charity. But, I still call him and asks for it. For, HOW CAN I FORGIVE A MAN WHO LIED HIS OWN MOTHER’S DEATH… So, ritually, I call him every two months and listens to his statement that “HE HAS NO MONEY. HE HAS SO MANY LEGAL CASES AGAINST HIM…HE WILL GIVE ME MONEY WHEN HE HAVE IT”etc etc etc. I too remind him, “HOW CHEAP A PERSON HE WAS TO CHEAT ME AND TO EVEN STOOP TO SUCH LOW LEVEL AS TO DUPE HIS MOTHER’S DEATH”…

For, I can never forgive him…for the guilt I had gone through or the emotional stress he had put me in… He made me lose my trust in humanity, again… I could never ever trust another person’s tears…


Can I, ever?

Friday, May 12, 2017

Together, we grew...

With passing times, our love grew...

With ageing days, our trust grew...

With moving world, our life grew...

With loving hearts, our hopes grew...

Thank you, in the past one year, together we grew.