The Window In The Room

The Window In The Room

A purblind day was struggling against the fog. She had to gather a lot of courage to open the shuttered lattice of the room and look out into a world of sunshine and happiness. These were some of the elements missing from our married life. She wished she had had the courage to break through the window at an earlier instance, but her fate was sealed with me now.

I was aware of a bit of dissonance on her part with respect to the alliance, but I didn’t have an idea of its gravity. I certainly would never have favoured matrimony had I had an inkling of the passion she had for him. She was madly in love with him. Love has the power to blind one’s sight, and this was the case with her. She could only look at the cauldron of virtues he held in his hands. She could not see the wide gorge of social and cultural differences separating them.

Although they were in love, the dense fog of social and cultural affiliations swirled around them, and it was not possible for any of them to break through the fog. She did her beat to convince him into wading to her side, but he refused to budge from his orthodox religious moorings.

But love is something that can’t be stopped or blocked by anyone in any manner. It finds its own route, and simply flows on. She sought similitudes even as there were differences between them. Cupid flashed such a strong light into her eyes that she was unable to see anything but love. So, the bonhomie between them shot the rapids and she prepared to flee her parents’ abode.

Her parents plunged into the picture and persuaded her against the decision. Innovative thinking on her part could not help her out in any manner now. She had no choice but to follow the diktats of her fate now. She could not gather her courage to rebel, to look out of the window and elope with him, so she found herself in the room  on a winter day with me.

The winter day had foggy weather. Things had changed since we were brought together. Time had flowed on. I believe time is the best agent for change in our lives. Over time, she would certainly get over her attraction for him. My company would be the balm serving to anoint all the wounds. I hope the magic of time works out well in out case.             

I sometimes feel confident of wining over her love as time goes by. The windows of the room she was in were encrusted with dirt, so they made the weak winter sunshine dimmer even as youth, hope and beauty looked through them. Daylight flooded into the room as she loosened the shutters flooding it with hope, happiness and joy. I hope a similar aura spreads all over our lives.