Sometimes...
When sitting in solitude, alone, following the trail of a stray thought...out of blue i wonder...when breathing our last..who's will the face we see through the mystified vision, the blurred sight?
for sure it will be the two pious figures who brought us into shape and form, giving life to a the contureless organism, making a Strong, never ending attempt to humanize that creature..it has to be them..
But after them what we see are not the faces of the relations the so-called society chose for us...
or the bonds imposed on us...but the face of that shimmering heart..which made a sincere, honest attempt to reach out when we really needed someone... touching us somewhere deep... and opening a whole new world in us... whose existence... was either denied or was unseen... whatever maybe the case... we cant help but marvel at the beautiful sight of that world of dreams... of the silly thoughts... of the laughter... of the mischief’s... of the talks... of the stoic silence... of the new beginning... of the dead end...
Everyone, at some point in life, has that someone...our better half... for whom the commitments are never forced, imposed... promises are not made for the sake of it... smiles are never fake... and along in their company, emotions flow like a broken dam...
And that someone... well aware of all those emotions stirring in you... but be it modesty...be it pride... or plainly be it the love for your world... that person chooses the path of silence... with a knowing smile dancing on their lips... and the mischievous glint of pride for you in their eye...
they, at a point, even from your breathing pace... read the thoughts on your mind...and at the other point, they are comfortably numb... while you yell like house on fire... and this is what make them special... and due to this... they easily fly off taking a chunk off your heart...
The restrictions of time and space never come in such pure relations of two souls... just a smile can lead to an endless sting of conversation... the sleepless nights, glued to the phone... calling just to say goodnight at 3 am!... strolling along with dreams, fantasies in tow... sharing of lunch... crazy long walks and the roadside snacks... and the constant recollection of the memories of the moments spent together... and a closet filled with their stuff, borrowed by you... still awaiting its return...
Everyone of us... do find their better half... in form of a friend... a beloved... a lover... a spouse... a sibling... a neighbor... a parent... a child... or if we are lucky enough... a strange yet perfect combination of all of the above... whatever may be the case... the point of importance is... making the best of what we have with them making fond memories... before the grains of time slip through our fingers... and just the blissful recollection left of the past to cling on...
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