People say that sometimes reality
can be more wonderful than imagination. I used to think this was a mere
paradox, but now that I have experienced this situation, I believe it. The
experiences I have had over the past few months were very minor, like daily
stuff. I think everybody experiences such things every day.
Even for me, those stuff, activities
and scenarios were not new; but that companion with me was above my
imagination. Despite physical distance, emotional nearness fills the gap.
Despite there being no certain relation, there exists a bond between us. Even a
blink of an eye together was more than a heroic dream. That sound of
silence was more than hours of talking, and that moment of happiness worth more
than a vibrating heart.
I don’t really remember when I saw
her for the first time. I know I used to see her everyday, but I hadn’t noticed
her. When I began to notice her, every day she appeared to be more beautiful
than the day before. Just like poetry, the more you understand it, the more you
fall for it. Slowly and gradually, that attraction changed into passion. I
don’t want to call it “love”. Rather the word “passion” seems to be more
suitable in my situation, because people usually seek ownership in love.
Besides, I’m not talking about my beloved or the girl I yearn to be my beloved.
All these words outline my experiences with a girl whom I prefer to call “a
sweet little thing alive to fill breath in my life”. For me, every minor detail
with her was worth remembering. It gives me a blissful urge to live more in the
present. But I can’t ignore the fact that she wasn’t mine, neither has she
belonged to any other person. In simple words, she was single and not ready to
mingle. However, it had nothing to do with me because I was not in love with
her.
Till now, I’m not certain about our
relationship, what shall I name it? Friendship, infatuation or love. If I want
to see her beautiful with her hair left free, if I pray for her success, if I
want to perceive her differently, if this act of idealizing her is love, then
yes, I love her. But I have never wanted her to be mine. If we behold the
history of the entire human civilization, we can see that there are many
relations which exist without any name, without any identity. Our relation is
also nameless, it might be endless, and I believe it will remain the same for
good. Someday, I will discover the fact that the world has denied since ages. I
will break the tendency of people to give a name to every relation. Then only
our relation can flourish in this world, otherwise these unsatisfied minds will
name our relationship and limit us within a certain boundary.
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