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Shaadaab S. Bakht: They don’t crumble for nothing
September 22, 2017
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It started to drizzle suddenly. Suddenly, because the morning and the early part of the afternoon had been bright. The rain kind of took away the heart from the meeting because they had planned to see each other in the stunningly landscaped lawns of the cafe.

They didn’t want to be within earshot of other customers in the famous restaurant of a city known more for frolic than anything else. Let’s forget about the name of the colourful town because I have great friends living there and I too love the place. You are free to call us frivolous for patronising the metropolis.

One thing is great about the place and that’s you don’t get pretenders. You don’t get so-called intellectuals, who watch didactic films, just to talk about them to others.

Coming back to the meeting. It had to take place inside the cafe. The much-needed advantages of seclusion and the occasional cold breeze revving up the free-play of emotions were lost.

They were forced to control their body language, a cruel requirement, when such gestures are real, need of the hour, and just being embarked upon.

...which he now thinks was a sabbatical from life’s regular agonies approved by destiny
However, despite the formal setting feelings were willingly allowed the liberty of travelling beyond conventional barriers. No, they didn’t become lusty. They appeared like an ode to an ethereal bondage. This is what I felt when I read a page, written by my dear friend about the relationship, which he now thinks was a sabbatical from life’s regular agonies approved by destiny. He often repeats with a smile that perhaps the big Creator refused to attest the certificate of joy that the angel-in-charge had readied for him.

The page: “The smile lazily moved out of her placid eyes, then decided to trudge in symphonic strides till it reached her superbly sculpted mouth, which clearly appeared to have never been subjected to carnal adventurism.” That was his debut reaction to her debut smile at the debut meeting.

Another part of the page: “If the world had come to an end during the meeting I would have been really happy because it would have immortalised my best moments and I wouldn’t have been worrying, like I am doing now, about time getting time to introduce challenges that invariably cripple relationships.”

His fears were so true.

Several years after the page was filled with his feelings, a certain wobbliness set in where steadfastness was the norm, passion lost out to the pressures of daily needs. And the page was shelved and dusted occasionally because the subject and the author, though on the same stage, gradually found themselves on the opposite sides.

He said there were three reasons for the disappearance of love and the end of the relationship. “First, we should have agreed that when in a relationship we are like kids.

We need constant pampering. Secondly, in love no one is right, no one is wrong…both are right and both are wrong and ego is like a terminal illness. Lastly, relationships are not contractual obligations. They are passionate bonds. Passion may appear like fizz in drinks, but it is the fizz that draws us to the drink.”  

We don’t have to agree with his observations, but we have to agree that relationships have to be nourished and mustn’t be taken for granted. It’s worth it because we can’t replace love.
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