And the words were ordinary than they had ever been! He did not understand a single word for the first time. They understood every unspoken and unintended gesture of one another for the past so many years. This was for the first time and he was uncertain of what was going on and had lost complete control of his ‘self’. Sometimes you have to await your answers and he knew it very well. But to err is human and to be impatient is arien who he was. With a peg of vodka in hand he stuck glued to the large glass window watching wide big sky with clouds here and there…
‘Ok, I gotta go’ she said and left without his consent. May be she was going away for one last time and had no other way to come back. Or may be she’s waiting to be asked to come back. Or may be it’s all over. May be you need to move on in life without waiting for things that you’re not sure of getting. Hundreds of such ‘may be’s were going on and he had not sipped anything as yet. May be it was my mistake, he thought once for a millisecond. But no, logically I’m right. Even if I throw this situation to my closest of friends to my all-time enemies they would say I’m right, he thought. I’m so much right, then why has she done this!
It was till late noon that he stood like a rock pillar never feeling the hunger or need to sip his 1st peg. The lines on forehead were becoming like permanent markings, eyebrows assumed ugly posture and eyes blinked more than usual. ‘What am I supposed to be doing for her mistake’, he asked. This was probably one of the first few questions and also probably one of the last few to be answered. Reasons are again perceptions, my own reasoning stands unreasonable if I turn the table for a while. If I can be so generous and so accommodative, why can’t she be?
It might be so easy for these crows and cuckoos that they never have to worry about various things unlike us. Can I be a crow or cuckoo as well and fly off to a completely different world of mine where I care about no one, not even her! Can I just be with myself and not for anybody else! Can I be empty! Yes, may be its practical. That’s what some of the saints do. They leave and live.
Such arguments were never new to any human mind, nor was there an end. There was only a beginning; a little ignition was enough. While he stood there desperately waiting for an answer, ready to take a decision and ready to leave the bell rang! It could be her?
‘Sir there was a big accident and your car is smashed. And your wife is…’ the man paused. He ran out and didn’t take the elevator, had climbed down 10 floors with heaviest heart he ever had. Now none of the questions were valid, no answer held importance. I need to see her, I need to see her alive. He did not notice he was crying until he hugged her while she stood waiting for him in the lobby.
‘I wanted to see the real you’, she said.
‘Thanks for showing me as well’
‘Ok, I gotta go’ she said and left without his consent. May be she was going away for one last time and had no other way to come back. Or may be she’s waiting to be asked to come back. Or may be it’s all over. May be you need to move on in life without waiting for things that you’re not sure of getting. Hundreds of such ‘may be’s were going on and he had not sipped anything as yet. May be it was my mistake, he thought once for a millisecond. But no, logically I’m right. Even if I throw this situation to my closest of friends to my all-time enemies they would say I’m right, he thought. I’m so much right, then why has she done this!
It was till late noon that he stood like a rock pillar never feeling the hunger or need to sip his 1st peg. The lines on forehead were becoming like permanent markings, eyebrows assumed ugly posture and eyes blinked more than usual. ‘What am I supposed to be doing for her mistake’, he asked. This was probably one of the first few questions and also probably one of the last few to be answered. Reasons are again perceptions, my own reasoning stands unreasonable if I turn the table for a while. If I can be so generous and so accommodative, why can’t she be?
It might be so easy for these crows and cuckoos that they never have to worry about various things unlike us. Can I be a crow or cuckoo as well and fly off to a completely different world of mine where I care about no one, not even her! Can I just be with myself and not for anybody else! Can I be empty! Yes, may be its practical. That’s what some of the saints do. They leave and live.
Such arguments were never new to any human mind, nor was there an end. There was only a beginning; a little ignition was enough. While he stood there desperately waiting for an answer, ready to take a decision and ready to leave the bell rang! It could be her?
‘Sir there was a big accident and your car is smashed. And your wife is…’ the man paused. He ran out and didn’t take the elevator, had climbed down 10 floors with heaviest heart he ever had. Now none of the questions were valid, no answer held importance. I need to see her, I need to see her alive. He did not notice he was crying until he hugged her while she stood waiting for him in the lobby.
‘I wanted to see the real you’, she said.
‘Thanks for showing me as well’
The greatest truth...
...are the simplest!
6 comments:
Wow.....
It touched my heart..
so did your comments :)
There you go..such a nice friend :)
This story definitely is so heart warming...i might try this on my hubby to see how much he cares.. sure would be worth it..
oh no plzz dont do that! coz the hubby's reaction is not written here ;)
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