THE OTHER WOMAN

THE OTHER WOMAN

The advent of another woman in my life seems to be the only solution to the crisis created by the turn of events leading to the incumbent predicament. The void that has been created in my life badly needs to be punctuated. I must do my best to replace the good by the best. Fate chose to withdraw the good from my life; the withdrawl has created a crisis. The crisis does not connote the end of my dreams, although some of them have certainly been shattered to pieces by my obstinacy against taking a turn in the road. She was the beacon of hope and change for me, but I should now take the turn in the road and keep marching: the persistent always cope better.

The persistent do have a better destiny inscribed for them as compared to those who give up easily. I refused to take the turn in the road, I could not gather enough courage to take the turn, I gave up. I did not for a while think of the dozens of avenues open before me when she became a part of my history. The transition did not take more than a few minutes, and she walked out of my destiny without any remorse. It was a big event for her, as all marriages are. The traditions of her family, the peripheral boundaries of her paternal residence, the petty issues surrounding her existence all ceased to apply themselves to her. She wasn't even aware of my feelings for her; I could never gather the courage to tell her. The shehnai sounded a final farewell to my dreams. The event proposed to close all the amorous chapters of my life for ever. She left my life in one stroke. I had reached the end of the road.

The road doesn't have a factual end; there are only bends in the road. Love never ends, it simply assumes another form. Sooner or later, I'll have to wrap up my dreams in the foils of my history. When we face failure, the key is to begin afresh by sidelining negative thoughts. I would have to begin again, it shall not be very difficult, but only the other woman in my life would be able to fish me out of this mess. She would shield me from the aftermath of the eclipse. The remote celestial event would bring the curtains rolling down over my dreams. I'm aware that the full moon in the heavens tonight is only an apparition, it shines with the light of the sun, it has a lot of hills dotting its face, I can only do my best to retain the radiance let out by the full moon.

The full moon would ultimately fade into the ether, but the moon would not be sorry for it. It would find a fresh life in the form of a crescent. I too should not blame my stars for what was not inscribed in my destiny. I ought to honour the dictates of time. The full moon in the heavens tonight is not without blemishes and scars, she too is not very good looking, she is not good looking at all, the other woman in my life would also not be without faults. She would show me that life does not mean reflecting light, but shining by self-----the sun would finally shine in my life.