Turn Into An Eternity

Turn Into An Eternity
She was like a whiff of fresh air that had blown into my room through a window and surprisingly, it was to stay in my room with me for some time. Several aeons of joy were jiggling within me at that time. I could hear them jumping up and down even as I found it difficult not to jump up with greater joy at the very thought. It was really a big relief for me after all that I have been through. Perhaps I feel a bit lower than I actually am which makes the experience all the more gratifying. All the same, I never expected my fate to be in my favour in any form, particularly in the format that was before me, but it was true.



I still don’t know if I was happier than her or if she was happier than me. anyway, I was not the only one who had reasons to be happy. What counted at that moment was that both of us were happy, and hopefully, the emotion was to remain with us for a long time with due consideration to some frequent visits by some amounts of distress and grief.



One’s grief always seems to stay for a longer time than it actually does. Its stay usually seems to be prolonged beyond its welcome period, and in my case, it certainly has stayed for a long time, longer than it should have. I sometimes wonder what its ideal duration is, but there is no way I can ever get to know of it. Its itinerary seems to be spread over different time periods for different people; everyone seems to have a different ideal allocated for oneself.



The only positive aspect of it is that it is always followed by some bright moments in life. The distressing point is that these too are not permanent, and their itinerary too isn’t the same for everyone. Happiness is like the whiff of fresh air blown into my room every now and then. Its freshness shall surely stale away one day, but I shall make sure I make the most of it while it is with me.



I wonder if I should accept her presence in my room as transitory or should I deem it to be permanent? I feel a bit frightened and scared when I think of her vanishing from my presence like the transient freshness brought into my room by a puff of fresh air. I simply can’t imagine a world that doesn’t have her in it, although it is only a few seconds since she transformed my world from fiction to reality. She is more real than all other realities of life, even the breeze blowing through my room.



Unlike the whiff of air coming into my room, I can and I will hold her in my arms. I shall make sure she doesn’t escape out of the door, just as the whiff of air is sure to run away through the window. The whiff of fresh air is sure to make a strong impression on me, but it is to fade away as soon as it loses its thrust. She is going to be the elixir of my life floating in a beaker, I know, and I shall make sure I drink it to its very last drop. It is going to have its effects on me for my lifetime.



All of my past seems to be irrelevant now. What matters is the present moment I share with her. I wish  a fairy were kind enough to wave her magic-wand and elongate the incumbent moment to an eternity.