Thorns Tear Me To Pieces

Thorns Tear Me To Pieces
I held her hand quite tightly as if it were the last hope of survival for me. Her hand was quite soft and it felt quite comfortable. It was softer than any other hand I had ever held, and yet there were a couple of thorns in it. They threatened to pierce through my skin, cause a lot of trouble and pain, but I had to hold her had for a long time, probably for a lifetime. She was going to be the queen of my heart in a few days, I knew she was going to be everything to me in a couple of days, and I didn’t want to let go of her hand. The only negative part in the bargain were the thorns that threatened to tear me to pieces if I kept holding her hand forever. There was the same problem if I held anyone else’s hand. Thorns are an essential part of the picture of life.

The thorns she held in her hands had to be hammered out so they lose their sharpness. I held a mallet in my hands that had powers to tone down the sharpness of the prickly thorns in her hand. I only had to hold her hand all the more tightly for this to be possible. I was prepared to hold her hand for a lifetime if she agreed to do everything to tone down the sharpness of the thorns I had in my hands. Practically, none of us had a choice. Her hands were to be a part of my life in a couple of days, I had to accept the set of thorns she held in her hands, but the softness of her hands compensated for all the pricks.

A lot of time had elapsed since we were brought together, and we had moved on to being almost independent beings who had known each other for a long time. It seemed we knew each other ever since and it was as if we were never introduced; we knew each other from the time we were born. There were a lot of different phases in the relationship between us when the two of us had gone through different sets of emotions and  passions.

We had not known anything about each other more than the physical man and woman we were introduced to each other a long time back, but we had managed to burn several holes into each other’s external selves in the meantime; these holes had revealed quite a lot of each other’s natures. They had convinced us of the love we had for each other.

We knew a bit of each other and we wanted to know a lot more about each other. This was something beyond curiosity, we wanted to know of the other person like no one else on earth knew, like the other person were the last person  on earth, and the earth was to end the next moment. The feeling of the thorns in her hands had given me a typical joy I had never experienced before in my life. I wanted to feel some more of the thorns’ pricks.

We wanted to experience the joy of company and being together. I have lived in hostels with friends, but a typical angst collected within me after spending a bit  of time with friends. The joy of living together I am looking for now is a bit different from the one I sought and even got in living with friends. Both of us had crossed the ages when the company of friends and contemporaries was going to be enough to give us joy and happiness enough to propel us to paradise.

We needed to be together to feel in the celestial body. We had to be permanently together to hoist ourselves in heaven. There was an instinctive impulse to stick to each  other with the strongest of adhesives if only to hold on  to each other for a long time. The joy of being together was going to be a novelty for each of us for some time, I know, but the novelty is to fade off in a few days. There is always an element of novelty ingrained in each experience, and it is what makes every experience all the more exciting at least to begin with.

The bond created by the adhesive has to be of a permanent nature in the ideal course of events, but there is nothing permanent in the world, I know. The bond is not to weaken in any manner, I know, it is to get stronger and stronger. There has to be an agent to create  a stronger bond. I wonder in what form will the agent make its appearance in our lives. I only have a  vague idea of the bliss that is to follow, and I’m looking forward to that part of my life more than the one preceding it. I almost wish there was a way to jump over the next part of my life and be in what is to follow before everything.

All said and done, we are going to be the happiest people in the world in a few days. There is no one in the world who is going to help us realise the pleasure of our company, we know. Only the two of us were going to be together to give each other a typical joy.