A Late Goodbye

It is all over….. the laughter, the liking, the camaraderie... all wiped off like some cosmetic pretension at the end of a drama. Fate often puts us at the crossroads where you are caught between the crossfire- love and hate. And sooner or later, that probabilistic randomness also introduces all the people who show us what we could and at times shouldn’t let ourselves become. As I sat there talking to her enveloped by the familiar darkness of my bedroom, I thanked the randomness of life which some like to call fate. After the show is over, the actors mingle inconspicuously with the audience, and we the audience meet them- the waster, the betrayer, the tramp, the villain and the hero. The anonymity is not achieved by the revelation of his true self, but the actor just puts on another mask. And in the shadowy rain drenched streets outside the theatre away from the harsh lights of the stage, which paradoxically help in the charade, we discover what we believe to be the true character of the actors (of course we do not know them as the actors).A culmination of beauty, the beholder and all our flaws…

“All that glisters is not gold...

....In gilded tombs do worms enfold”

And then fate loads the dice.....again.

Yesterday she became the mirror that reflected my flaws and inspired reverence. In this complex world nothing is simpler than a person who declares, “I am complex.” That is honesty......perhaps the only form of it that can be attained practically. And basking in the reflected glory of that brutal honesty, I realised....how my whimsical nature which I had cherished for long might seem to others. I was told “stop trying to help everyone you meet. You are not that important to the rest.” And strangely enough, these almost caustic words soothed me while jarring me back to reality. This rude requiem for the relic of childhood romanticism was necessary. Catharsis has many faces and I needed to grow up......

“Revenge is a dish best served cold” he said. “But I am incapable of absolute hate.....the kind that generates textbook retribution.”...I replied. Perhaps I will choose the easy way out.....I’ll forgive and I’ll remember the name.

A wiser friend of mine once said..... “There are two ways to shorten a line- wipe it off or draw a bigger one beside it.” I have spoken; let my work speak from now on.....

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