A Journey Called Zeenat

A Journey Called Zeenat

The journey wasn’t going to be an easy one, and she was the only one who was to be with me all through the journey. The dusk of evening was approaching in my case and around me, it was going to be dark soon. Moreover, a dark cloud was gathering space over with me quite rapidly.

I held her hand tightly to reassure myself of her presence beside me. There was a surge of emotions in my heart that gave way to a whole lot of dreams even as my fingers went around her soft and gentle hand. The dream turned out to be multicolored like a soap bubble I blew off a ring I dipped in a soap-solution.

The soap-solution had been prepared after a lot of careful deliberation by A Power. Its preparation was done long before I  was aware of anything in the world. Its ingredients were picked out from a universal conglomerate of emotions. The Power had chosen the best emotions, I’m sure.

The Power had even chosen her for me after a lot of deliberations. It produced bubbles of all sorts and of all different shapes and sizes. They did take a long time in being formed: events in my life have been spaced by a long time-gap. They produced some shrill sounds that echoed all corners of my being. Some echoes did make it to my ears, they  were produced by the most vibrant and sonorous moments of my life.

But I still await  the best and the most sonorous sound of all--- the shrill sound of Zeenat’s cries that shall break all sound barriers within me. She was prepared to absorb all sorts of sounds my life produced: the tone, tenor and decibels didn’t count at all as long as they originated in me. I certainly wouldn’t have liked it if the sounds reverberated back to me.  They could damage many essential parts of my being. The damage can be irreversible.

Thankfully, she is all there to be the soak-pit for all kinds of emotions  and dreams emanating from me. The most important and most significant of these dreams is Zeenat. The abstract form of Zeenat has taught me that love is more of a journey than a destination. The quest for Zeenat is certainly a journey where many events are to occur. The journey has just begun. I want to enjoy the journey, every single bit of it. 

She was to absorb the dream as well as be the agent behind its fulfillment. She is to be with me while I enjoy the journey, and her company is sure to make every joy all the more commendable.

The dark cloud above me may choose not to shower its wrath over me after all.