Holding Hands Forever

Holding Hands Forever
I held her hand quite tightly. It was warm with blood that rushed to her palms as her fingers clasped mine. The very contact was enough to propel me into paradise: the celestial body always descended to a lower level while we were together. None of us wanted to let go of each other’s hand: none of us wanted to lose sight of the paradise that had come down before us. It was sure to vanish into thin air as soon as we let go of each other’s hands. We huddled a bit closer if only to be assured of each other’s presence.

It was only the presence of the other person that pushed us into paradise, and made us feel good. I liked to be with her because it was the only way I could forget  all the angst and all that the world had pushed into me by virtue of my inability to   secure an employment. I forgot everything in the world, everything except her, while she was with me. I held her hand as if it were the only hope of survival for someone sinking in a river. I wish I had an idea of the thoughts she harboured in her mind while she held my hand, but I can never have an idea of the feelings that flowed through her being while I was with her.

There was a typical feminine scent in her presence, and although I couldn’t smell it myself, I was sure she regaled in the typical smell of my masculinity too. I wonder if she found it as intoxicating as I found the  sweet smell of femininity that hovered around her being. She didn’t give me a feedback on this, but, apparently, she was quite happy. It made me happy too.

I was thrilled with the thought that I held powers to make someone happy. It instilled a typical satisfaction within me for the basic purpose of living is being satisfied and content. There was a catharsis effected within me deeper than that effected on witnessing a melodrama.

The melodrama of our life was to bring several acts and scenes enacted by a host of protagonists and even antagonists, the principal being the two of us. Our antics are to propel the drama through its various acts and scenes to its climax, which is to precede the final end.

I understand that the drama is being enacted for keeping everyone busy and engaged for a while. There doesn’t seem to be any other reason behind staging of the drama. All protagonists have to enact their parts and have to move on to the backstage. This is where none of the drama being enacted on the stage is to be visible to anyone, but the show is to go on regardless of the diminished visibility to those in the backstage.

The plot of the drama was scripted a long time before the galaxies existed and all characters and even the theme were decided a long time ago. All props on the stage were kept in the proper place a long time back. It is only the actors who didn’t have a whiff of what was to be before them till they were actually on the stage, and the show was in progress.

The final act of the drama is such a mystery that many of the actors who enacted the drama began to wish if only to know how it is to run and how it is to end. It is prohibited to predict the end of the drama, or even to get a whiff of it, but it so happened that the protagonists’ curiosity got the better of them, and they got a hint of what is to come. They found themselves performing acts and scenes the way they were predicted to happen. Everything was pre-mediated; even their being curious about the final act of the play, and curiosity impelling them to get to know the future was a part of a script. Their prior knowledge of the script couldn’t do anything to help the protagonists or even the antagonists enact the drama.

Because everything was decided in advance, and yet there was an element of surprise and spontaneity, all acts and scenes of the drama left a typical dissatisfaction within the actors. They realised it could have been enacted in a better manner. Everything would have been different had it been rehearsed and had everything been preplanned by them, and not by someone else. But it so happened that none of the actors knew anything of the script, so the show couldn’t be rehearsed in any manner. This brought an element of surprise that came to be ingrained in each act. All the same, it made the show all the more exciting.

All actors on stage pledged to prepare themselves for each act if they got another chance to be a part of the play. The problem is life never gives a second chance, the opportunity to improve our performance in each act never comes our way. Somehow or the other, the wisdom we have collected over the years of our existence and life’s experiences are nullified when they are to be applied to future generations.

Many of those who want to improve the quality of the show to be staged in future end up in despair because it is simply not possible to direct a different pre-scripted drama to an end differently from what is scripted. A utopian end is to be found only in a show enacted in our dreams. The idealised world in our dreams is quite different from the reality that is to be improved. We do our best to discover collations between the two worlds and this is what makes the world go around its axis.

There is an element of novelty to be discovered every day as the world goes around its axis. We do our best to relate the reality before us with the world in our dreams. This puts up several challenges before us because the reality can never be the same as the world in our dreams. We are challenged to mould the reality as per our   dreams because there is no way our dreams can ever be altered.

There are fresh challenges before all of us every day. There are to be a hundred and one fresh challenges before us each day of our lives. There are to be a hundred and one challenges before us even in the paradise before us. It is not going to be perfect world without any problems or issues. A few moments of peace and happiness is all we can hope for getting when we hold hands.

 I hope we discover an equal warmth, peace and happiness whenever we hold hands again in future.