In the divine realms of love solace is attained, tearing away all the veils of identity the lover is freed.

The memories we carry act as a constant reminder of who we once had been. It takes some creases on skin before we truly understand the significance of time. Marred by the commitments of life we learn the lessons we are never ready to entertain. Life presents itself to us quite differently than what we have dreamt of. I have skillfully navigated the peaks and plains of life, with resilience i encountered the severe battles that are fought against oneself. With triumph i breathe new life into the very dreams of a desirous heart. I met Sana on one chilly morning, when there were no signs of life around. Stillness crept in the environs. I was rushing to catch the train almost frozen in cold. As i recount these details i exactly feel the same as i felt when i first had her glimpse. Eyes were sparkling with the exuberance of youth, the silver hoops adorned the contours of her face. I stood still for a while my world came to a sudden halt. In an instant i knew my heart has been captivated.
Our career pursuits were poles apart yet something bound us together. We were both emotionally grounded. She was a woman whose world was governed by the fantasies of literary world. And here i was toiling up with anatomy and physiology. We share a beautiful together. While reminiscing in the quite i gather the scraps of memory. She continues to teach me significant life lessons in our little infinity. If i am to narrate the tale of my love, it would outshadow the much-acclaimed love of Heathcliff for Catherine. Approaching out to Sana was arduous especially when you come across as a snob. I never had such a strong desire to be close to anyone but her. We were lost in the reveries of youth when our stars collided. The union of scientific world with the literary world takes place. I wooed her with the romantic poetry of John Donne. With the eagerness of not being undone we consummate our love. In my highs and lows she kept me close to bosom. In her embrace i flow like a river unabashed forgetting my tributaries. There are silvery waves that now run parallel in our golden hairs, the transience of time has still kept her in accord. Her prized books lie next to our bed and every night she reads out to me. Even i have memorized the translations of Rumi’s poetry. Love has its own tales to tell, its peculiarity unparalleled. The union with the beloved always leaves one deprived of identity. The attainment of love is ensured in the unfaltering determination to be one.
There is a voice heard, Zaheer! Zaheer! Sana calls out. “What are you scribbling here? I have been looking for you in the entire house.’’ After a pause Zaheer responds, “I was making few of my diary entries.’’ “When will your appetite for writing to your children suffice!’’ she complained. “Forget about it Azizam let’s go down stairs and have some moments of peace,’’ Zaheer suggests. The couple is deep into the dingy streets of age but are still robust and lively. The legacy you leave behind to your children is the blossoming union you share as their parents. The misery of the life is such that they have never been blessed with children. And Zaheer continues to write to his imaginary children every single day. Sana is not delusional and is a devoted wife. Her intellectual food comes from her engrossing books. Zaheer has retired from his duties and is living the feeble days of old age with his beloved, in him she resides and in her he breathes.
Zaheer! “isn’t the air full of peace here?’’ She asks. To which Zaheer grimly answers, “Undoubtedly! I wish such peace existed in the terrains of my mind. The barred windows of my spirit have long awaited the arrival of spring breeze.’’ Sana is stunned and asks, ‘‘What is troubling you?’’ With a whisper Zaheer says, “I was lately occupied with the thought of what parenthood looks like! Sana, there is a longing that rests in my eyes and sometimes runs down my cheeks.’’ Facing the horizon Sana responds thoughtfully, “Life continues to emerge despite all the damage. In our lives we experience somedays filled with disgust amplifying the feeling of unbelonging. But i believe we should be thankful even for the things we lack. Longing for certain things that are unattainable make us appreciative of the things that we own in the present moment. There are songs that we sing despite being robbed of the music.’’
Our eyes locked hardly resist the truths shared between us. Our pathetic smile bears a special tale of bleak fortune. In the end love emerges to comfort us on our journey towards unseen future. If something has healed us from the wounds of life it is our devotion for one another. Love is beyond untrue impulses washing away the troubles. In the divine realms of love solace is attained, tearing away all the veils of identity the lover is freed. Our hearts belong to a place of clarity where no distant clouds blur the vision.
The clock ticked on, Zaheer spoke with grandeur, “Sana, I will affirm my confession until the traces of my being are swept away by the unyielding tide of time. I love you as the marks of flowing tears love to settle on the cheeks. I have you as the widow has the portrait of her Love held close to bosom, she wears the love in amulets while i carry you within me. As the morning dew covers the grass my love for you is like that ever growing and ever remaining.’’ Hearing this her skin was glowing with the flush of color. With shy eyes she holds his hands warmly and goes on eloquently uttering, “You kindled the spark of hope in my dead fire. You sensed the depth of my hidden devotion when i sobbed in utter dismay. When my heart pains, your love rains with compassion. You sow the seeds of love in my barren soil. I keep our love secretly enclosed within the safest places of our much loved treasure.’’
Numb by the stress of finding credibility we lose the grip of our happiness. The only way to survive through the rush of troubled thoughts is to let the flow pass by undisturbed while you hang on to your deepest silences. When the fierce waves try to uproot your individuality hold firm to the notion that facing the hardest battles is the way to attaining height. By holding on to perseverance we provide a space for the storm to leave us unscathed. Man always undergoes some bitter experiences in his day to day life. He is engaged in discovering the truth of this life. The universe is vast and man finds himself dominated. God is the only supreme that puts His nobles to some hardships. It is up to the subjects of God to come out victorious from life’s ordeal. In the world of delusions we should never let the dejection ensnare us. We need to taste life in all its vibrance.
In the welcoming presence of silence they were recalling the pretty good old days, they had no one but each other. Even though they have a quite nest yet they live life to the fullest. There is a desire to experience the bliss of parenthood but this thing has never deterred their spirit. The demanding society has not chocked the vitality of their life, they continue to flourish despite all the odds. The intensity of love fills not just the hearts but intoxicates the witty minds. It sets you apart from the monotony and takes you closer to the distinctive reality. Love looks straight in the eyes of a believer calling him or her towards the tranquil abode of oneness.
Up in his study Zaheer concludes his letter: ‘‘I will continue to write to you letters even when everything around will be exasperated.’’


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