Let’s assume that I, the writer, don’t know where and how this conversation actually took place. So now you, the reader, are free to imagine and create your own visions and images regarding this matter. Just assume there is a couple—a beautiful girl and a handsome boy. If you are a boy, just imagine you are that boy. If you are a girl, just imagine you are that girl. Now you are my character. This is your story. You already know what is going to happen in this story. Nevertheless, you want to read it. This is going to be a boring love story, and yet there is this vague underlying intense feeling that forces you to read it. So, now, you take a deep breath and being to read the story, titled Dreamy Conversations seriously. I, the writer, become happy to share with you this dreamy story.
She lives in the eastern part of the globe. He lives in the western part of the same globe. When she wakes up, the first thing she says to him is “Good night”. And before he closes his eyes to sleep, the last thing he says to her is “Good morning! And, have a good day”. When it’s time for her to sleep, she promises to meet him in her dream. And, the next day, they talk about their meeting in their respective dreams. She says she came to meet him in the form of the wind. He says he was standing outside the restaurant where he works just to feel her. He says he danced like crazy when the musical wind that carried her fragrance blew his long and silky hair. And in his dream, the boy goes to meet her in the form of food. She chews the food very slowly in her college canteen at break time and devours it fully as she can taste and smell the heady fragrance of his clean body in every bite.
She loves to eat. He loves to drink. She loves to sing. He loves to dance. She loves to read. He loves to write. They both love each other. They talk about love and life. She asks some profound questions regarding life and he ponders for a long time before he rep-lies. She is always satisfied with his answer. He answers in such a way that the questions dissolve on their own. When there are no more questions, there is no need for the answer as well. She tells him that he is her teacher. She requests him to be his ‘mind-guard’.
“If we were together, I would make you my body guard,” she says.
“Why would you take such a risk?” he says, “If there ever were to be an emergency, it would be you who would be protecting me. I know you are stronger than me, for you eat more than I do.”
She laughs like crazy. And, he joins her. And both of them laugh so hard that the birds sleeping in the branches of peepal trees wake up and flutter their wings in irritation. Some neighbours even mistake the laugher for a thunder storm and go out to check the sky.
Time and circumstance separated us, and it was at the moment of our separation that I realised I had no control over my life. Life has its own way, its own flow and rhythm. We are nothing but instruments to time.Loneliness is eating away at me. We are meeting after a gap of two years.
Time and circumstance separated us, and it was at the moment of our separation that I realised I had no control over my life. Life has its own way, its own flow and rhythm. We are nothing but instruments to time. It fulfils its motives through us. We are all marionettes; time is the puppet master. If conscious choice existed and I had control of life, I would never have introduced separation to the lives of newlyweds. We are only slaves of time and circumstance, though, and if we accept this fact and go on with life, we become happy slaves. If we do not, nothing works as we imagine them to work and we end up unhappy slaves. And so I accepted my separation from my wife and became a happy slave.
Since then, I have always been vaguely aware that I must never try to alter the course of time; it will only cause misery and chaos. Life will be more peaceful otherwise. The separation from my wife also taught me what words like 'acceptance' and 'surrender' really mean.
“You look sad...and you seem to have lost weight. Is everything okay?” she asked me when we finally saw each other, after two years, in our living room.
“Loneliness is eating away at me," I said, in a stifled voice and gave her a warm hug."
“You needn't worry now that I'm here," she said encouragingly. She stroked my hair and patted my back.
I nodded my head, and without another word went outside to the veranda where I needed to spend time with myself.
