Some Secrets Painted On Our Hearts

Some Secrets Painted On Our Hearts
Her words gave an approximate idea of the portrait painted by time on her heart. I found it better than any other landscape portrait I had ever come across, and I’ve seen quite a few portraits. A few words of salutation emanated from her when she saw me, she went on with a slew of random words, and I wanted her to continue with her jabbering because it revealed a bit of the portrait on her heart; luckily, she didn’t mind going on. I badly wanted to get an idea of the colours used in painting the portrait. They were of a bit different from the ones used in the portrait on my heart; everyone has a different portrait painted on his or her heart with different colours. I was not looking for similarity in the different portraits painted on our hearts; I wanted to appreciate the difference.

There was a typical tone and tenor in her voice that was a bit different from that in any other voice I had ever heard. I did wonder if this was a real difference, or if this was a part of the ideal world I wanted to be witness to at that moment. I'm aware of the myriad of shortcomings I have, and the different ideal world they have propelled into my mind by virtue of these negative points. My ideal world had to have someone different from the one in the normal course of events. The difference brought about a different set of wishes within me; they were of a different colour from the one in the normal course of events. I was about to prostrate before the goddess of love seated before me in her human incarnation in reverence when she got up from her seat, and I had to change my mind.

For me, she was the goddess I’ve idealised for a long time. She was someone prepared to share my world regardless of the fact that none of the colours in my heart collated with nature of any of the colours she was exposed to. I have been looking for someone who can take a dip into the deep and dark world of colours there is in my heart, and yet find happiness. I wonder what colour was she going to perceive Zeenat in. Zeenat is one of the most beautiful and vivid dreams I have ever seen. The lady before me could to be the one who was to help me bring the colours of the dream of Zeenat to life. Our dreams had to collate for the reality to be compatible for both of us. I hope she has an affinity for babies like I have. I hope she continues to paint the walls of my life with colours borrowed from a rainbow whenever there is a deficit of colours in my life; this is going to be a point of time when I was going to need her company very badly.

There were some different adventures waiting to be discovered by her when she partook of a few adventures in my heart; they were quite different from the ones she would have been exposed to in the normal course of events, but she couldn’t know the difference because she hadn’t  attempted to plumb the depths of anyone else’s heart. Zeenat was the most exciting adventure of these, but I couldn’t be sure if I shared the excitement with her. she may have a different set of ideals in her mind because events had unfurled in the normal course for her. I found Zeenat in my heart as an important touch-point on the way to happiness when the reality began biting me with all its tenacity. Zeenat would not have been a part of me had events unfolded in the normal course for me. I consoled myself with the thoughts that the two of us looking at each other may not even have met had events unfurled  in the normal course in my case. Fate had pushed the two of us together because we deserved to be with each other.

I too wanted to fathom the depth of the oceans of secrets concealed in a heart that was quite eager to open up its valves that held some sinister secrets within. She seemed to be blessed with the purest and cleanest heart in the world, and yet  I knew they concealed some dark secrets. I did wonder if she would mind sharing them with me. Quite a few of her secrets are transcribed on her lips at that moment; it wasn’t going to be difficult to unlock a few of the secrets she had discovered while she was with me.

I knew I would also have to let out some of the secrets I concealed in my heart in return for the gesture of trust she was about to display. I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to reveal all of them but quite a few were already on the way to her side. I shall never be able to figure out how she managed to unlock some secrets I hadn’t revealed to anyone else, but some of my best kept secrets were out in the open now.

I'm not sure if she was going to use them against me or was she merely going to store them in her heart. There is no way of knowing anything for sure.