Learning Lessons Of Life

Learning Lessons Of Life
Dazzled with conflicting dreams of hope and dread revolving around my conscious and subconscious self for a long time, I looked at her for an explanation for the variety I was before. Apparently, she wasn’t going through a similar dilemma. I’m sure she didn’t have to deal with contentions I had to put up with. She had her own typical share of them. She wasn’t going to complain, she didn’t have any words to say all of it to me; I’ll have to guess a lot of words on their way to expression along with their meaning.

I can never be sure of the  veracity of any of my guesses as her facial expressions refused to reveal any secrets. Her eyes had witnessed several secrets, there can be no doubts about it. None of them needed the support of words for expression. I was going to have to dig deep into her eyes to bring them out. Her black eyes signified the presence of a lot of hard rocks which had to be dealt with before any of them came to the fore.

It wasn’t going to be easy, but it wasn’t going to be tough either. Anyway, I saw a lot of secrets prowling around her eyes in the hope of seeing the light of the day when I looked at her. She had managed to keep all of them behind her eyes while she kept them closed, but she did open them once in a while. I looked for an opportunity in the fraction of second for which they opened, but I didn’t find these windows large enough to be leapt through. Her secrets were going to be some of the world’s best kept ones.

The truth is she was stronger than me. She concealed her feelings skilfully and artfully in a room I couldn’t even peep into. Her room’s window is shaded by quite a strong and dark umbrella. I wish I had a similar umbrella to hide my feelings in a room too. All my feelings are open to criticism and inspection by the cruel world around me. moreover, I’m not strong enough to bear the tides of time. I break down into pieces when a similar situation is put before me. a typically loud jingle is created within me when all these pieces scatter on the ground. My closed eyes are opened because of the shattering noise. It is a long time before they can be closed again.

All my secrets come out with a loud noise quite like a sound made when a tight cork leaves a bottle’s company while my eyes remain open. The sound is often strong enough to be heard by many people around me. I myself can’t help crying out in pain. I am not a bit modest about expressing my feelings. Unlike me, she desired to remain quiet, and feeling it to be her natural inclination to do so at such a time, I did not attempt to break her silence.

It was more sonorous than the loudest cymbals I have ever lent an ear to. I was confident of an avid conversation being conducted between us at a metaphysical level simultaneously. Our rendezvous in the middle of nowhere reminded me of the fact that there were several layers of secrets of our lives burning to come out to the open.  we had managed to conceal them from the world, but all of them couldn’t possibly be kept in hiding forever.

We simply had to share all our secrets with each other now. There was no point in maintaining a mystery about them any longer. There wasn’t an option before us. All of them were coming to the surface like logs of wood pushed into a river. An entire list of secrets waiting to be shared announced their presence, but only a few of them drifted to the top.

Our hearts beat faster than ever as some of them peeped out like a couple of kids playing a game of hide-and-seek. They had spied some of the thieves hiding in the woods. For the time being, we had to be content with the miniscule amount of secrets present before us. Several more were to be discovered in the many days to come. All said and done, both of us had to win the game of hide-and-seek. Incidentally, we were allowed to open our eyes to search for secrets. Right now, she was trying to explain what she experienced when she was put up before a wish to love someone.

It is an emotional and psychological need to love someone, she said. A whole lot of the definition of happiness banks on this theorem. This way, there is a huge big pot within all of us that needs to be filled in with another person’s love. The other person is going to contribute his or her share to filling the pot with love only when he or she is loved in a proportionate manner. Filling in the pot of love within oneself with greater amount of love simply means giving more and more love to the person you love. I made a firm mind to love he more than anything else in this world. The pot of love I had within me was going to be filled to the brim everyday: I was going to love her madly every single day.

Love is quite a selfish feeling this way. You end up filling your heart with with more and more of love when you actually love someone else. You quench your own thirst for love when you give your love to someone. The more love you give someone, the more love you get for yourself. This is a beautiful reality of life, and it is actually true. Both of us had to realise this beauty of life, and we were going to appreciate it in our own typical way. Life was going to teach its lessons to us in its own typical manner.

I only hope these lessons are not too tough.