You might know a part of it, a version of it—which, I assure you, is true. But you will never know the complete truth. Because the truth is mine. Just mine.
What’s more fascinating than reality is the sole belief—the unwavering one—that assures us that it’s not the end. If it’s not fine, it’s not the end. If it’s not a happy ending for everyone, it’s not the end. If you don’t feel success or sorry to it’s truest sense, it’s not the end. If there’s yet to be a closure, it’s not the end.
It might be utterly foolish to believe this. It might not even make sense to most. But there are some who are praying for that one person to come back, because the heart wants what it wants. And if we believe in something it better be tucked somewhere deep in our heart because if one fine day our belief becomes a reality, we’d feel proud for holding on to it. If it doesn’t we can always say, ‘Well, we gave our 100%.’
It’s strange that twin souls exist. In a world, where relationships are fragile and insecure, there are people who are like twin souls to each other. They are connected beyond any physical or emotional link. They may not talk at the first go, may not even have seen each other before, may just be aware of each other’s presence, but when they get conversing, they feel like they have known each other for long. That kind of a connect, it’s tough to explain, unless one has experienced it. That kind of a vibe is at a spiritual dimension.
When it’s spiritual, you can drown out any sound. You can zone out of conversations. Only silence can draw you in. It’s like a black hole. It’s where you get to know the real being of a person. It’s a make or break moment for two people to be able to accept each other in their silence.
Most often than not I have withdrawn myself from people who were uncomfortable with my silence. Silence is unusual, and there are times when I can feel it even when there’s noise. But, rarely can one hear me through my silence. Till I find the one, I will keep my stride, fight, make my voice stronger, but not bow down. Because a lone survivor against such a beautiful backdrop called life, stands out in the most glorious way.
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