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Timeless love

Posted: November 19, 2013 in abstract, fiction, From archives, life, love

With silver-grey hair, wrinkles on the skin resembling brush strokes of modern art, she was walking across. He recognized the twinkle in her eyes from a distance, and he froze. He didn’t think he would ever see her again, he didn’t want to. He wouldn’t be able to, he couldn’t think it possible to see her again and be separate from her; no, that would be too painful, his heart wouldn’t be able to bear that much pain. When he said his last good-bye to her, it was the most painful thing he had ever done. it was like he was leaving behind a part of his soul, the important part; no, it was not really like he was leaving behind a part of him, it was more like it was being torn apart from him brutally. He didn’t think he would survive that severance. Even if he could, he didn’t think it was worth living afterwards. What is life without her, what is there to live for? Whatever he was before he met her, he is not that anymore, in fact he is not anymore, he simply is not. He was transformed that moment when he first met her, no they both transformed. It was a fiery chemical reaction, they met and they lost their individual identities, and they became one. There is no turning back, you can’t get your ingredients back, you have a new compound that was created out of that process. No, they were not each others’ soul-mates; they were two parts of a single soul, each part looking for the other to make it complete, make it whole. The moment they met, they recognized each other as such. They were merged into one, they became a single soul, complete.

Life never looks kindly upon love. It is so cunning, it has its own schemes to beat love. It doesn’t matter how many times love has fought back, and won; it doesn’t matter how many lovers had walked on that path and reached the other end. Life always throws its tantrums at love, why is there so much rivalry? Life is perhaps the evil twin of love, it would never leave it alone. So it was with them as well. They were too drunk in love to notice the doom that was enveloping them. They just jumped into each other  so fast, they lost their heads, and forgot how far apart they really are. In that mighty madness of love, the oceans that separated them didn’t really look like barriers. No, space was too shallow to separate love. But soon, destiny knocked on their door, and she had to leave him. He couldn’t stop her,

So they met once more after all these years. Life has really worn away with time; they have all their life behind them, the madness of youth long gone. Would he ask her “why did you leave me”, or can she ask him why he didn’t pursue her: “why didn’t you come find me? You know, you could have, but yet you didn’t”.

SadaShiv Nagar is perhaps one of the poshest localities in Bangalore. Many politicians, and actors live there. Kannada icon Raj Kumar’s house is also there in that place. I realized that this house is a landmark that many auto-rickshaw people recognize easily. When giving directions, it is really easy to instruct them to go to that area near Raj Kumar’s house. I was there in SadaShiv Nagar for close to three years. Three wonderful years during which I took full control of life and steered it in directions that even I wouldn’t have imagined earlier.

Following my ‘walk to work’ policy, I reluctantly moved out of Sadashiv Nagar to a setup that I wasn’t completely happy about. As it turns out, all my apprehensions about the new place are indeed real. There are many things that I miss about Sadashiv Nagar. I thought I would just file those thoughts without any specific agenda whatsoever.

It seems walkable neighborhoods is a lost  concept in our cities. Bangalore has very few neighborhoods where you can go for a nice walk outside. Sadashiv Nagar definitely is one of them. I miss the jogging track around Sankey Tank. Running there in full moon light watching the reflection of the moon dance gently in the waves of the lake was a memorable experience.

My landlords were also a good lot going by the standards of Bangalore.

Adieu Sadashiv Nagar; I miss ya;

[drafted Dec 2010]

(ఎదురుగా నువ్వుంటే తెలియని తత్తరపాటు
ఎదురుగా నువ్వు లేకుంటే చూడాలనే తొందరపాటు)
చూసిన వెంటనే కలిగె మదిలో ఏదో తడబాటు,
గుండెలోన కలిగె తియ్యని బాధ క్షణ కాలం పాటు.

నీ కనులకేసి చూడాలంటే ఏదో తెలియని భయం,
నిను చూడకుండా గడవదే ఏ క్షణం,
నీ తలపులే నా మదిలోన అనుక్షణం,
నీ లోనే ఉందా నా ప్రాణం?
నను నే మరచి పోయానే ప్రియ నేస్తం.

కలనైనా నిను కలవాలనే నా తాపత్రయం,
కలుసుకోగలమా ఏ నాటికైనా మనమిద్ధరం?
కలలలోన నీవె, నా కనులలోన నీవే,
లోక మంతా నీవె నిండిపోయావె.

జయిస్తా నేనీ ప్రపంచాన్నే,
నీవుంటే నా తోడుగా.
నువు లేని క్షణం, తధ్యం నా మరణం.
కలకాలం నిలచిపోయేను మన ఈ ప్రేమ కావ్యం.

నా హృదయాంతరంగాళలోని,
నీ మధుర స్మృతుల సాక్షిగా,
మధురమైన నీ స్నేహం,
వదులుకోలేను ప్రియ నేస్తం.

పున్నమి నాటి జాబిల్లి లాంటి నీ రూపం,
నా మదిలో పదిలం పది యుగాలకైనా నేస్తం.

I wrote this around six years ago. I got the first two lines in a mail conversation from a friend, while we were discussing about the nature of love; well, we were fighting about it s more like it. Those two lines sparked such a powerful inspiration in me that the rest of the lines just flew smoothly as I typed into the reply.