A Sweeter Experience

A Sweeter Experience
Love is the sweetest experience I have ever tasted. I don’t think I want my taste-buds to taste anything else now. Nothing can be sweeter than love. My quest for the holy grail has come to an end. I only wonder why it took a long time for me to be in touch with such a beautiful emotion as love. I was kept away from the sweet nectar for no apparent reason. On second thoughts, there has been an incessant delay in almost everything I have got; I have got all I have wanted from life, but its delivery to me in whatever form it has been presented before me has always been delayed beyond my imagination, although never beyond the range of my tolerance, and love has certainly not been an exception.

We had to fall in love at the same time, and we fell madly in love with each other. It was almost a spontaneous and impulsive reaction to the demand of the incumbent time. The time had come when we had to forget our past and move on in quest of a future that held us together.

 Our experiences with our pasts had not been very bad, there certainly were some beautiful moments, but they had come to a point where they needed to be erased completely before some new and better experiences were transcribed on the slates of our memories. We were going to regard all of our past experiences as teethers and soothers given to babies to help them grow their teeth. We were going to create some more memories some of which are going to be as beautiful while most are going to be even more beautiful and memorable than those swirling through our minds now.

Only love has the potency required for this miracle to happen. The appointed time for us to be in love was here, and the two of us were destined to be together for a long time, longer than anyone could ever think of. It didn’t require a reason or rhyme, but we fell head over heels in love with each other simply because the appointed time was here. I often wonder why it took such  a long time in happening.

The time for it to be with me was destined and decided in advance. It had always been creeping up to me in one form. I had been unaware of its progress. I never knew when the time was finally here, but it was here. It simply pounced on me in all its pristine forms. It was a deep pit both of us wanted to be at the bottom of which. The pit was to be filled in with love and it was to cover both of us completely. Somehow, I knew we were destined to literally bathe in love.

We had to fill the pit with our love before anything else, and luckily, we had quite a bit of it flowing between us. It was enough to fill in the gap over our heads while we stood at the bottom of the pit. The bottom wasn’t very far off from the top, but it appeared a long way off to both of us. Luckily, we had ample quantity of love to fill it with. We only needed to generate some more love with each passing moment if it fell short; I wonder if this is a tough proposition.

The point I couldn’t understand at the moment was that we shall have to go through a lot before we actually fell in love with each other. The whole world was to be tackled before anything concrete could happen at this front. A whole lot of the world was to be confronted, and it was to be done in all its different avatars it chose to present itself in. None of us can never control any of its different forms. The differences had their origins in our histories. There is  a whole lot of history to be dealt with before we can control our present.

A lot of stories had to be brought to an amicable end before initiating the one that was to begin. For a while, I felt bad about all these stories that couldn’t develop beyond the story-board of a movie-director. The story-board-artist had visualised several twists and turns in these stories, but all of them have to bite the dust. The visuals simply didn’t comply with the final message the director wants to convey through the movie.

I sometimes wonder if there are different shells of time where different  story-boards are being enacted. One such enactment contains all those scenes the story-board artist had initially visualised. There is a shell of time where the two of us meet and are together. I can see both of us holding each other’s hands tightly as time insists on flowing on.

Time stops at this instance and doesn’t move ahead. We hold each other’s hands, and keep holding them. The next moment is simply not going to come because it doesn’t exist. We live our entire lives in the present moment while we hold each other’s hands. There is only love that binds us tighter than the strongest adhesive. Our love is translated into ecstasy which stays with us for a long time, perhaps longer than any of us are to live. All the rest of the world simply disappears from our conscious and subconscious minds leaving the two of us to ourselves. Just the two of us exist in this shell of time, and we rule the roost here.

 There is another shell of time where the movie plays itself exactly as per the director’s commands. One of the plays enacted in these different shells of time shall certainly have a happy ending. Lovers shall certainly embrace each other, and in another shell of time, they shall not. We shall be one, albeit in a different shell of time.