The Spider Spins A
Web
There was an intricate web of emotions being spun in my
heart even as she stood with a tray of tea-cups before me. Technically, she was
the spider who had spun the web. She crawled all over my life in the few moment
she stood before me, and I loved the experience.
It was like the sky meeting the earth in the horizon. The
point is where the sun rises and this is also where the sun sets. Our
confluence was to produce several rays of hope and happiness, while there were
to be moments where our egos were to clash. There are sure to be both positive
and negative aspects in our lives. I hope we can downplay the negative aspects
and accentuate the positive points of our lives.
We were allowed a few moments of tête-à-tête following this.
Her lips quivered while she maintained a calm silence. She blinked her eyes a
hundred times till they met mine. The conversation was transferred to the
beautiful soot black eyes she had. Their outline was delineated artistically by
the black kaajal she used. The interlocutors
did their best to continue the conversation initiated by the lips.
The successful attempt by the rose-petals was complimented by the eyes. Her black eyes did
conceal some deep and dark secrets in the pupils. They wanted to share them with
my brown eyes. I could see in her eyes a subtle reflection of all the dreams
I’d once hidden in my eyes. I did wonder if I ought to disclose all the dreams
to her eyes. The question seemed to be irrelevant. Her eyes were already diving
into my eyes with all the regalia of a professional scuba-diver. They spoke a
language known only to her heart. The heart seems to be proficient in all
languages. Infact, one doesn’t need a language to talk to one’s heart. All
conversations between two hearts is carried out at the metaphysical level.
My heart was in a deep conversation with her heart even as
our eyes carried out their typical conversation at their own level. She prodded
deeply for some secrets, and the first secret to come tumbling out was of
Zeenat. I sometimes wonder how much longer she is to remain confined to the
four chambers of my heart. The lady who saw Zeenat in my eyes may be the agent
required to convert the dream into a reality.
I want someone to convert all my dreams into reality. It is
only when one’s dreams turn into a reality that happiness and mirth spread over
the web of emotions in our lives.
There is a consistent tussle between emotions in every
heart. The web of emotions should be strong enough to bear through all
adversities. I hope the spider spins a web of such high quality that it can
bear through rough times and climes with ease.
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