I Open A Window

I Open A Window

There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she set her eyes on me; most of the colour seemed to be drawn from the deep well of emotions her heart was. It seemed to be the result of an effort by her spirits rather than the voice of her conscious self. The colour courted comparison with the red bridal attire she was in.

I could almost hear her heart pounding with the thrill of touching new destinations in a while. The journey of life had not been easy for either of us so far. Although we had been through different experiences till now, life had put us together on the same coach of the same train.

We were to look out of the same window. The perception of the scene through the window was to be different for each of us, but some adjustments are always required. She was to cast herself in the mould of my lifestyle, while I was going to accept the altered faces life was to put up before me. It certainly simplifies life if one sees it as an entity that requires perpetual adjustment, where every concession has a recognised equivalent.

What mattered at that point was that she seemed to have a clear perception of what was passing through my mind even as I stood beside the bed. She held out her hand as a gesture signifying a complete comprehension of the inarticulate conflict in my mind.

I wanted time to pause there and then, or at least slow down. But the problem is that time cannot be trusted to move at a recognised pace. It moves at a customary speed, but just when one has come to count on its slow speed, it suddenly breaks into a wild irrational gallop. The moment was so beautiful that I wanted time to come to a standstill, but the truth is nothing can ever obstruct the flow of time. The monotonous drag is to continue till eternity.

Life was going to be back to square one for the rest of the world from the very next day. There were going to be the same intimate domestic noises in houses and homes, the same screeching of school-buses on the road, and life was to revert to its normal routine. The two of us were the only ones who would carry a sense of novelty into countless weeks to come.

The  very idea of facing the novelty did scare me in the beginning, but I was stimulated by the distinct force of the resolution to take the plunge. I did waver for a second, but I had to correct myself the very next moment. I was aware that every avenue of escape was now unpleasantly illuminated. I braced  myself for the challenges life was to put up before me. After all, life was going to be easier, it was going to be a great deal easier than I had imagined.  A casual look at her was all that was required to complete the message. She was the one who was going to help me stand straight in the world.

My experiences with life had taught me that the only way to maintain a firm footing in the world is to fight the world on its own terms, but I had also realized that the fight can never be won alone. The fact had the distinctness and clarity of a morning in April.

I am glad I opened a window to a new part of my life. The window is supposed to show a clear sky and a cloudy sky alternately as long as it remains open. I hope the window is never shut.