They say what you can’t do in action and you seem
to have no other way of expressing your ownself take to writing. From last 2
years - I had wished to be part of your celebrations but unfortunately, it
never works. So I decided this time to fulfill my long cherished dream of
conversing with you on your big day by writing a monologue. I might sound
insane but I think there is no better way of getting my wish fulfilled. So here
is a monologue, an imaginary conversation between you and me.
A conversation of a different realm. Between you and me -
beyond time and space.
N: We met at a wrong time. This is what I keep telling myself anyway. May be one day years from now, we will meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. What do you say?
A : That sounds really funny because you and I were destined to meet and I am happy we met. I would want to meet you like I did years ago again and again.
N: Sigh! I seem to be deserted at times. The entire world seems to turn cold. I feel like thrusting myself into a void. I want to escape this
wretchedness.
A: What wretchedness are you suffering, dear! Who has caused
you pain?
N: I have no idea. I feel cheated and left alone. I feel there
are only moments of fleeting happiness in life. Sometimes I feel life is
utterly absurd and sometimes I feel I am truly blessed. I am in confusion. Do
you feel the same ? Do you have a solution?
A: I wish I knew. But
I know - these are the pangs of intellectual birth. Don’t you worry about all
this – I am sure will soon be able to get the answers to all these questions
and that time the divine nakedness of the moment will be in front of you. It
would be highly liberating.
N: Divine nakedness of the moment - I will wait for that
moment.
N: Why do you think its imperative to live with reverence?
A : I don't know what you mean? I don't think I can answer your question.
N: Is there any one who can answer my question?
A: Hmmmmm
(...to be continued)
PS : Wish you a very happy birthday A :-)
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