'Oye choti (meant to say you are too young)! how was your day?' I Watsapped my friend.
She sent a picture of a beautiful sunset. She was standing alone." We had a fight. I ended up watching the sunset alone."
Ah! It's been years that I haven't embraced someone with love. Have I been so unconvincing in these years to my opposite sex? Well, I do miss those moments when I would walk my girl to home and suddenly hid beside a tree in the road to kiss her. Here, the next day, I sit in front of a handsome Afghan guy who happens to be my friend and his lover preaching about the advantages of a kiss. Oh..! how both of them blush as I narrated my past inside the University's cafe. They love my story. They fall in love with each other again.
Many as they talk express falling in love as an irrational act. There's no plausible reason to fall in love. It happens for them. But for me it's different. It has always been different. Love starts with the handful of thoughts about a girl you imagine. These feelings are soft balls of emotions like a beautiful red yarn. Like a beautiful knitter, both individuals start off from the selvages ( the side edges).It is at least how mine started. We were two lonely souls sharing to each other; the thoughts loosened like the threads of the yarn and the knitting began. It was a flat knitting.
Our past did hurt us. We would keep rambling about our experiences. She would be in tears. I would caress her and pat her.After a short while, she would smile back at me with compassion. This is to purl all the stitches on the wrong side. There were rough patches in that short journey of life with her. We too fought and went crazy. It was time to double knit.
After years of break up, we have come to terms with each other. I recollect all those beautiful memories she gave me to cherish forever. And one night, before the valentine's day, I wanted to wish her for warm hugs and love . As I did so, one action of my life came to a full circle. That night, she told me about the sweater she had knitted. It had beautiful edges and borders. Knitted with love for the self, her inner self had outgrown in many ways.
That was my story some years back as meditative and blissful as knitting a sweater. When you create love, you re-create a world. A world where the barriers between minds end and emerges a unison that is physical ,irrational and often implausible directed by the rational mind. Love therefore is rational, a process to evolve that makes living worthwhile.
Happy Valentine's day everyone...!!