Let’s Make Life Easy

Let’s Make Life Easy
She looked at me from what seemed to be a remote corner of her heart, and I did wonder for a while whether I should consider myself blessed and honoured for whatever attention I was getting from her. She seemed to give me a promise that she will give me the same amount of attention everyday forever and a day. The corner of her heart from where she looked at me was vacant and it had been so for the past several years. I did wonder at the immense maturity displayed by the lady who didn’t fall prey to the infatuations that are a normal part of one’s life. I had stepped into her heart and her life only a few hours ago, and we were to be with each other for a long time to come.

The past minutes had not been enough to give us an idea of the depth of emotions we concealed in our hearts. Practically, both of us were like books which remained to be opened, and both of us were all the more eager to open the books. All said and done, I was wary of opening the new chapter of my life because it might bring some adventures that are even more scary than the adventures narrated in the last few chapters. I didn’t want her to open the book, but there was a part of me that wanted it to be opened as soon as possible. I was quite excited about discovering a whole lot of new emotions in her book which I was about to open now. The cover of the book looked quite exciting, but I was wary of browsing through the first few chapters of the book I opened before me. her emotions were in a cryptic format.

She concealed her emotions from me probably because she felt sure I shall not be in a position to appreciate all she felt; I shall certainly not look at her life as she saw it, and I may not like what I see in her heart. For instance, I shall not be able to understand the exact frequency with which her heart must have beat when she discovered her first love. I may even try to compare it with her contemporary heart-beat.  I may find an anomaly, and not like it.

Some secrets are best buried within a woman’s heart which is as deep as the deepest ocean of secrets. They deserve to be preserved there forever and a day in the format they are in. It is best not to turn these secrets over and over like an egg that is being fried. It can be quite painful for me if I discover some dark secrets hidden behind some sharp corners in the lanes of her memory.

The remote corner of her heart she looked at me from is to be occupied only by me in the days to come, and it was to be a host to some secluded and privy meetings between the two of us. These meetings were to be conducted at a formal level in the real world as well as in the world in her heart. She had actually declared me as the undisputed ruler of her heart, and I was going to enjoy being called its ruler for a long time. The king had to put on his crown, but it was to be a crown of thorns.

Life wasn’t going to be easy for any of us. We were to wade through an ocean of depression surrounding me because of a ton of failures I had met with. The ocean had a whirlpool that had all powers to pull me down to its depths and I had to cross it without being effected in any manner by its powers. The  challenge was before both of us because both of us were in the same boat now, but it presented itself in its toughest format before me because I was the weakest link in the chain that formed the rowers of the boat. She had all powers to cross all oceans without any external help, and I was looking forward to her aid and help extended to me in getting across the ocean of depression. I jumped with joy when I realised she didn’t seem to mind extending a helping hand to me.

I am new to the art of  swimming; it was going to be a tough ordeal had I had to swim to the shore on my own. I don’t think I could have done it by myself. I’m not acquainted with the tides of the ocean of depression, and I don’t know how to swim against tides. I’m not acquainted with all the tips and tricks of   swimming in salty waters, although I have some amount of experience of swimming in fresh water. Swimming in salty water is to be an entirely different experience for both of us, and both of us are going to learn some new tricks.

Learning is a trait that we shall continue to acquire as long as we live, and our experiences are bound to multiply in form every single day of our life. Let us hope our experiences add to our efforts make our life easier than it is now.