This Fairy-Tale Has A Sad Ending

This Fairy-Tale Has A Sad Ending
There is very little I can do to control the impending crisis in my life. I’ve been doing my best to get a hold on the situation, but it is just not possible for me to get a grip on the incumbent state of affairs. There is no way I can possibly convince her parents of my abilities to counter the flow of her destiny and make it flow in a line favourable to her. I really want to make her happy, I want to make her the happiest woman in the world.

I want more powers over her than what I have to be able to make her the happiest woman. The little powers and rights I hold over her as of now are simply not enough to do anything significant for her. I want more rights over her being, I want her to be a part of me so I can effect all the changes into our world to make her happy.  Likewise, I want to give her a chance to make me as happy and content as possible. I want to give her more leverage than she already has over me as of now. I want her to make me the happiest man in the world, but I face a crisis. I wish there was something I could do about all this.

I badly wish there was a way to persuade her to hold my hand for at least a little while, and I want the little while to extend to eternity. I wish there was a way to show her all the feelings I have in my heart for her. I feel confident she is going to be impressed more than she already is if she gets an inkling of all that I feel for her. Somehow, I know she doesn’t have an idea of it, and I also know it is not going to be easy to convey any message to her. She is simply not going to be responsive in any manner.

Without the express permission of her parents, she isn’t going to do anything of the sort, I know. All the same, I strongly feel she is the only one who can alleviate the draught of happiness in my life, and I feel she is the only one who can quench my thirst for happiness. There is a deep trench to be filled in my heart, and I feel confident it can only to be filled in only by her way of loving me. I really don’t know why, but for me, she is like the magnet that attracts a piece of iron lying dormant for a long while. The iron piece clings to the magnet like it were the last hope of survival to a sailor drowning in an ocean.

For me, she is to be a lot more than the magnet, while I’ll be the piece of iron  that sticks to it. I’m to depend on her for my survival as long as I live, I know. There is supposed to be an equality among us, but the fulcrum is to be tilted heavily on her side. I wish there were an equal or heavier weight I could possibly place on the other side of the fulcrum to make it equal or tilt it on my side.

I do wonder what happens in the normal case. My guess is one of the partners holds the dominant sides while the other simply follows. If this is what is to happen in my case too, I don’t think there is a reason to be perturbed about an anomaly creeping into our case.

I found myself drowning in an ocean of depression when I realised the immense width and depth of the trench dividing us. It is never to be leveled, I know, and I can never do anything about it. We are separated by a gulf so wide that even the sharpest movement of tectonic plates can never bring the two sides together. We are divided by a gulf dividing the rich and poor. This is the broadest ever gulf dividing two people in the world.

The point that irks me the most is that there can be no parity ever between those separated by this gulf. The gulf has brought in extremely different values and different set of norms between the people living on different points separated by the gulf. There is no way in which I can ever bring about a consonance of  two separate points. They have to be different for a healthy society to exist, and for this purpose, the two of us can never ever dream of being one.

A union of the two parties involved isn’t always the happy end all love-stories witness. This is a truth the two of us have to realise. We ought to be happy with the belief that we got to know each other more than mere strangers. We never realised when we became something more than mere strangers. I don’t think we could have done anything about falling in love even if we had known about it. Love simply enters in our lives without our knowledge, and it stays there for quite a long time without knocking any doors till it becomes claustrophobic because of the environment it finds within us.

Our love began to knock the right doors at the right time in our hearts. It wanted an exit, but the exit was blocked by social norms and mores. It began looking for another avenue for exit, but finding none, it soon gave up.  Today, there isn’t an iota of happiness in our lives, but, all said and done, we lived happily ever after.

The fairy-tale had to have a happy ending.