I have been thinking of writing now for quite a few days but somehow not been able to. I guess the response to Timelessness….a collaboration has overwhelmed me and I’m bereft of words. Then the idea came to me to write a sequel to The Story Of Many… (http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-of-many.html) I want to continue with the journey of this beautiful creature after her flight away from her nest, from her soul mate. As I wrote I kept in mind a few beautiful friends of mine who are like me romantics to the core so I dedicate this to them. To you lovely ladies… Alpana Prasad, Sancheeta Biswas, Melissa Tandoc, Sulekha Rawat, and Jessica Brant. And lastly I write this for another soul sister of mine, Inky Sen who has always been a pillar of strength for me.
The Story Of Many…. PART II
Across planes and valleys she flies, willing her tired wings to continue its rhythmic flapping across the vast expanse. Alone but for the clouds and the wind to cheer and encourage her to keep moving with promises of a new home, she flaps her weary wings. The ancient, wise, majestic, snow capped mountains whisper to her of the mysteries of the world; the ever changing nature of life, of death and rebirth, of decay and renewal, of the eternal yearning of the human soul, of accepting and surrendering to life as it unfolds. She wants to shout back, “I know, I know, but I am none the wiser.” But she has no more wind in her to argue with them, all she wants is to reach her place of rest, her home of childhood days when life was simple, carefree and full of dreams. She has to rest, needs to heal before she can fly again to destinations unknown. She is going to a place where there are those close to her heart who will engulf her in their warm comforting embrace, soothing her battered soul, helping her to become whole again.
The sun is fading as it takes a dip in the western horizon. She searches for that nest amidst the play of shadow and light. As she swoops down her gaze fall on it nestled cozily among other habitats. A sense of relief and deep sadness overwhelms her…she has finally reached a destination but she has left behind something of hers forever and there was no turning back. For a moment she wants to drop dead crashing through the clouds and smashing like an egg. She finally comes to her resting nest. Love is all around as they gather her in their warmth. She allows them to fuss over her, welcoming her with their cooing words of comfort, savoring the moment she feels safe. As she drifts off to a dreamless sleep of sheer exhaustion, she knows she has a long way to go in trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered life but she has loving hands to gently lift her from her bottomless pit of despair. She thinks of one in particular, a soul sister, and bird of the same feather, wise, kind, compassionate and understanding, without her life stands to become an endless blur.
Seasons have come and gone she still remains in her home. In moments of despair she is tormented by thoughts of him, her soul mate. Nights sometimes seem endless as she tosses and turns fraught with questions…does he think of her, does he miss her like she misses him, or has he gone away so far that she does not even cross his mind? The questions and doubts keep her awake till she has to shake herself out of this obsession and concentrate on all those that love her, grateful to the almighty that she is surrounded by love. Her soul sister is by her side always, patiently listening to her as she pours out all the pain of broken promises and buried desires, comforting her with compassion and understanding. They talk endlessly.
What is it with women like them who love like they do, who would move heaven and earth for their love? Men weren’t like that, they are not ruled by the heart, and they will weigh the pros and cons of the situation and act keeping their well being in mind. And yet not all women are like them either, they are smart and practical. They would never relinquish their position, they are happy living their lives with material comfort, their social status where the heart does not have much to say. Are they better off or are women like them who would give up everything for love live a fuller life? She shudders, thinking of the pain and agony that women like her go through, sometimes the futility of their situation almost choking them. She thinks of some of her other soul sisters, exquisite, beautiful creatures who are like her, die hard romantics who let their hearts rule them. They are all like goddesses where their men put them up high on that pedestal, swooning over their feet, (http://findingonesway.com/2011/06/unleashed/) professing undying love but not having the courage to do anything about it. They know it is hopeless and yet they cannot give up, they cannot control their heart, living their days with maybe a tiny flicker of hope that someday things will change. After all love conquers all and there have been men who have given up everything for love even their rightful throne.
Time unfolds into years. Some days are good while there are days that are never ending. She waits for the night to come just relieved that another day has ended. But she was healing with the help of her friends and loved ones. She longed to find love again, to find a mate who would be there for her. Buoyed by hope days would pass in anticipation of discovering herself again in her longing. She hoped and believed and she waited…then one night he came to her in his dreams. He was a stranger… with a twinkle in his eyes, love and compassion written all over his face as he looked at her. Something stirred in her, something that lay dormant all these years. She felt a sense of peace, as if all the wounds had finally healed. She felt a sense of belonging and she wanted to trust her heart again looking at his angelic face, strong and yet tender. She woke up with a song in her heart. It was a dream but she just knew someday soon he will walk into her life and she was ready….for love to bloom once again in her heart.