Your Advice Is Sought
You are the sweetest echo I ever heard. It has been resonating around my
being for a long time. Your sounds were not loud enough to reach me and my ears
at the appropriate time, quite a few of them had also been ringing loud bells
near my being for a long time. I realised the significance of these sounds only
when they got louder and they became more sonorous than one can be comfortable
with. All these sounds gradually became a part of me. You were absorbed into my
life and intellect like honey goes down one’s throat.
A momentary pleasure of success held me by my hand for a
moment, and pulled me to itself while I held your hand. It was ecstatic. I
couldn’t resist thinking of the tons of aeons of success your mere being
promised to bring with itself into my
life. The mere thought pushes me beyond heaven; I want to remain there forever
and a day. I don’t want to give you
up. I want to hold your soft and gentle hand for an eternity. I want to kiss it
till I run out of breath.
I know all this is not possible. All of this is
hypothetical, but I badly want to express my feelings for you. I’m prepared to
shout out my feelings for you till I get hoarse. The world may not be able to
hear my sighs, but then, I don’t want my calls to be heard by anyone except you. They are meant solely
for you. I articulated each word with a hope that at least you are going to
lend your ears to them. Your ears don’t need to have to be extraordinary to
perceive their echoes, but they do have to be tuned to me and my voice.
My perception of the world also banks on the way you look at
the world, I hope you know this. It was wonderful when both of us looked out of
a window and saw the same entities looking back at us with the same fervour. The
joy of looking was to go on forever. It
would have gone on forever because the window was never meant to be closed. It was
only when we began looking elsewhere before we realised that the window was
closed a long time back. Its shutters had been brought down before we realised;
it was a dark and blank void we had been staring at for a long time. I wish I had
realised the gravity of the situation before it was before me.
Echoes of your voice have been rebounding in my world for a
long time; I hope you know this. They have been the sweetest echoes I’ve ever heard.
They did threaten to create a ruckus within me, but I didn’t let them, I’m
glad. All the same, I gave them a lot more importance than anything else in
this world. It is partly because of this affinity with alien sounds that I find
myself standing at an unfavourable entrance today. I hope it has a favourable
terminus.
I sometimes wish I hadn’t set out on this journey in the
first place. Someone triggered a gun that
signalled my onset. It wasn’t a
race in its true sense, but the track has had so many twists and turns, and
they have presented themselves in such a random manner that I feel exhausted
while a vast part of it remains to be travelled. I was a lot better off when I
didn’t know you.
On the other hand, your presence filtered so many beautiful colours of my life since
you joined it; it felt like looking at sunlight through a prism. There were
thousands of stars every night, but they twinkled brighter than ever only
because of you showed a lot of frequencies of sunlight during the day. Many
secrets were unfurled in the bright aura, but a lot more remain to be
disclosed. I wish you could understand a lot more secrets than the ones I willingly
shared with you.
There are several facets
of life that are unfurled only with the flow of time like a feeble echo of a
sound made in a remote corner of our world a long time ago. There is often an
inordinate delay in their appearance. By the time they make an appearance, they
lose their original and loud timbre and resonance; they fail to affect the
scene before themselves; they fade into ignominy quite like a once beautiful
colour fades into a poor weak stain. I hope this doesn’t happen to us.
I’ve known this to happen with several people, I’ve known
them to become blackholes that suck in everything including light. I learnt
these lessons as I grew up. Many lessons of life are learnt the hard way, but
many are not learnt at all despite all our attempts to absorb all learning and
knowledge life tries to give us from time to time. I hope we don’t get to learn
lessons of life the hard way. I hope life is a bit easy for both of us whether
we live it together or as separate entities.
Most of our miseries are generated by a conventional aspect,
by the very fact that we have to live in a society and take to all social
conventions and succumb to all societal pressure whenever we do something to
make us happy. A deep analysis is sure to reveal that it is our inclination
towards our society and its norms that brings about all our gloom, while at the
same time, it is our adherence to social norms that makes us happy and content. Most of us are going to be happy
if we didn’t bother about society and its conventions, but we simply cannot do
this.
Social norms want me to forget the beautiful echo that
translated into so many sounds today. Society
want me to lend my ears to a different orchestra being drummed in a different
part of this world. It has a different set of musical instruments striking
different chords in my heart.
Should I give attention to these or should I ignore them?
