A Miracle Happens

A Miracle Happens

There was a lot to share in the few hours before us. It was certainly not going to be a night without end for any of us, and although we were quite exhausted after a day’s hectic schedule, we did our best to savour the beauty of the passing moments at least with our eyes.

Our eyes had been the most enthusiastic tasters of the ecstasy that had come into our lives over the past few days, but they were drooping with fatigue now.  We did our best not to let them close.  Both of us were like new books to each other. The books were yet to be opened, and their chapters were to reveal the entire story as told by the protagonists themselves. Each chapter had a different plot with a different setting, but with the same characters. The two characters in the first chapter we had just opened were attracted by the novelty each presented before the other. We made sure our eyes remained open despite all attempts by the eyelashes to bring down the eyelids like shutters on a shop. The books were screaming for attention. We could not ignore the appeals. They had to be browsed through, the pages had to be flipped through if they could not be read comprehensively at present. The typical smell of paper did thrill us, but there was a sweet scent of a room-freshener in the room dominating over the other scent. It was a good beginning of an exciting journey where the passengers were supposed to share their entire lives with each other. We did our best to draw as much reference and wisdom from the first few chapters of the books before us.

Both of us were at our wits’ end as to what to talk of at that moment although each of us were simply dieing to tell the other one a thousand secrets buried in our hearts. There were several stories waiting to be told and several characters were waiting to be unfurled in the books each of us held. The opening pages of the books before us were to define and determine a  lot of our future interaction with each other. They contained the important introductory paragraphs on each of us. A complete comprehension of the first few chapters was required to propel a train of happiness through our beings. It had already begun on a long journey with the two us as its passengers. The journey was to be quite a tough one, it was to be long enough too to give us enough time to know each other; all chapters of our lives were now to be opened and read with great enthusiasm. There were to be many stations on the way---quite a few platforms and some halts were in the menu served on board. They were the important points of embarkation and even of disembarkation of some passengers who were to play some important roles in our lives. They were to be some important stations in the journey. A combination of all of our senses was required to understand all the milieu that is exchanged at these stations. Zeenat was sure to get on one such station, and she was supposed to be on the train for a long time. She is going to be the most important passenger I’ve been looking forward to welcoming on the train. They are  to be some of the most beautiful moments of my life.  While my olfactory senses absorbed the beauty of the present moment with their expertise, my visual senses were blinded by the brilliance and magnificence of the miracle before me.

We were together for the first time after a formal nikah. I wasn’t expecting anything wonderful from life at this stage, but it was certainly going to be a memorable moment for both of us. A miracle was about to be staged, and I wanted to savour every bit of it to the best of my abilities. The miracle was all about our compatibility and how we got along together. We were quite different, we hardly knew each other till a few days ago, and yet destiny had put us together on the same train and on the same journey. We were to come across several new sights through the windows, while there were to be several new faces we would get to know. Quite a few were to hop on, stay on the train for a while, and hop off a few stations later. The two of us would be the only ones who proposed to complete the journey of the train. We were to form a gel that was to bind us together for a long time to come.

I fell madly in love with her right from that very moment. I didn’t have much of a choice, to be very frank. She had been chosen by the elders at home, but she was the only one in the world who was going to love me and only me, I know. The marital bond meant I was going to get someone who was to love me to no end. There is a typical joy related with being loved by someone, and I looked forward to cherishing the joy for a long time to come now that I had found that someone.

One of the best things about this joy is that it comes without any charges. All it takes is a reciprocation of the same emotion in the same quantum. I was ready to give her all my love and attention. This was all she asked for in return for the priority she was to give me over many important things in her life and even in mine. She was someone who was going to stand with me even if I went to the Tundra or to the Sahara desert. In return, I was also prepared to forego all I had for her.

She was also going to command a lot of my time and attention now. Given my unemployed status, I have a lot of time to give to her, and she is most welcome to enjoy all the attention I can possibly ever give anyone. I did wonder if she thanked her stars for my being unemployed.  Had I found myself employed in any respectable capacity, she may not be able to get all the time and attention from me that she can get now. It would have been a different world for both of us had I been employed in some capacity. It would have made me a completely different person. I may have been in a better position to tackle the world and its problems, but I may not be able to give her the time and attention I can spare now. The difference would have been in tackling the world’s problems, and tackling her problems. I wonder if I stand better before her because I can tackle her problems better than I can tackle the world’s problems.  I wonder if she likes me all the more because I can give her all the attention she wants me to give her. She had certainly become the most important person in the world for me now. She had now become someone I had to care for as long as she lived. She was a part of me now. I was going to have to fight with the world for her and perhaps even be maligned in the process. The miracle before me was saying a lot of things I wanted to hear, and I wanted to give an ear to everything the miracle spoke of.

The beauty of the moment before us was ephemeral, and yet there didn’t seem to be an end to the ecstasy the moment gave up. I wanted to bathe in all the ecstasy it showered while it occurred. The only way to do this was to stand at the centre of the miracle and be drenched in all the ecstasy it showered.  I positioned myself at the centre of the miracle and let my world and all the suffering it was surrounded by go for a short leave. I wanted to forget everything about my sufferings, but the problem is that suffering in the world can never be ignored; it has to be lived with, one has to learn how to tackle suffering in such a way that it appears to be non-existent.  The moment one’s sufferings appear on the surface of one’s life, it steals quite a bit of the beauty inherent in life. The positioning of one’s sufferings does make a lot of difference when one considers the view one puts up before the world.

The world is certainly the most beautiful place one can ever live in, but for this to be possible, there should be happiness and satisfaction in our lives. The miracle was to propel a lot of it into our lives. Let us hope the world remains the most beautiful place it became for us for a long time. I hope the effects of the miracle never fade off.