On PREM & PATIENCE
They met like too
odds of the universe, the existence of both together seemed almost impossible
to all the possibilities of the world but they decided to test, evaluate, make
a mark and prove the world the extreme power of their union. For them, it is not
a question of choice, fun or some adventure, for them it is the real meaning of
life and existence so they stepped on.
Love who is free
from all boundation and believed in the wideness and wilderness of the spaces,
lived at a paramount sphere of existence and on the contrary, Patience believed
in the acceptance of life as it comes, with no fight and restrains, for her
it’s the purpose of being here and whatever happens, has relevance and
importance in the order of the universe.
“Patience lived on
the cloud of supreme sacrifice and Love believed in being present but demanding
more and more for survival.”
For Patience, it’s
just Love presence that was enough for her to be alive. Love couldn’t
understand the language of Patience and had a subtle disconnect with her. But
she was unshaken and told him that Patience keeps Love confined inside her
forever whether Love is around physically or not, his mere touch to her once in
the life is enough for Patience to live with Love forever.
Love couldn’t
understand Patience and asked Patience that he can’t stand there anymore and
decided to set their paths apart and said that the moment I will leave this
place nothing between them will ever exist but Patience told him that where
Patience exists Love can never leave that place.
Amid this debacle
of beliefs, Patience and Love agreed to meet at a set time and place after few
years; beneath the twenty-third tree in the olive orchard. Patience arrived
promptly and waited. She checked her watch every so often but still, there was
no sign of Love.
Was it the
twenty-third tree or the fifty-sixth? She wondered and decided to check, just
in case. As she made her way over to the fifty-sixth tree, Love arrived at
twenty-three, where Patience was noticeably absent.
Love waited and
waited before deciding he must have the wrong tree and perhaps it was another
where they were supposed to meet.
Meanwhile, Patience
had arrived at the fifty-sixth tree, where Love was still nowhere to be seen.
Both begin to drift
aimlessly around the olive orchard, almost meeting but never do.
Finally, Patience,
who was feeling lost and resigned, found herself beneath the same tree where
she began. She stood there for barely a minute when there was a tap on her
shoulder…It was LOVE.
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“Where are you?”
She asked. “I have been searching for all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love
replied, "and I will find you"
स्नेह भी वह नहीं,
जो प्रगल्भ होता है और अपनी सारी कसक शब्दों में बिखेर देता है।
यह मूक स्नेह था, खूब ठोस, रस और स्वाद से भरा हुआ।
