We speak, we do not speak. But we think of the silence felt by each other. Every second is a dormant seed with the doubts, questions and curiosity about the void we share. This void is not empty or dark! In turn, it is cultured with the threads of thoughts exchanged in last few years. These thoughts largely were the epiphanies of everyday life. We refuse to get overwhelmed by multidisciplinary scholarly analysis about what is the meaning of life. Instead, we are driven away by the nuanced understanding about the small ironies bearing bigger meaning behind those sequels around sphere of mutual imagination.
These threads of thoughts are true identity of our existence. We know each other by these thoughts. We nurture ourselves by coloring these thoughts in different experiences of life. We do not have any prejudice about the colors. We are equally rigorous about weaving positive and negative, pleasant and unpleasant feelings of color. Every day, what then makes this process most fascinating is that it never stops us from unfolding new secrets about this shawl, woven by the versatile colors of constantly thinking threads of celebration of the virtues we inherit and virtues which continue to search new aspirations of time.
Have we ever understood that time around us is simultaneously withering away and also building up a different world for us? Second, seconds; hour, hours; week, weeks…just go for nothing. For all these timelines, we continue to adhere to the ambiance around us. We enshrine and continue to emerge in certain kind of affinity towards the life- solely assigned by singular vision about the voyage to be embarked upon. We suffer a lot due to this affinity; still we do not acknowledge that there is great degree of urgency to address the uncertainty about the voyage. We think that this singular vision has all the answers of the daunting challenges waiting to shatter us in coming eras. But many times we are proved wrong; this living concept of time has established itself as a greatest falsifying agency of the universe.
Can we catch those missing moments? Yes, we can. Is it so easy? Not, surely. But we will. Picasso said, “Art is a lie to tell the truth.” Anecdotes and Quotations surrounded in our life and literature are the stars in the sky of commentary about how life may be evolving. Art and Culture are one of those quotations of life, to throw light upon. Science and Economics are others. We can write stories, essays, articles, travelogues, poems about the evidences and witnesses of the mortality. This materialism encompassing all of us, no doubt, has greatest impacts on our lives. But can we go ahead audaciously and courageously to try to sculpt the immortal signs of those times which are somehow lost in the quagmire full with rubble of shallow rituals of ordinary life. The extraordinary moments embedded in this ordinary life are moments of trust and hatred, at the same time; affection and doubt; passion and detachment; love and agony; pleasure and helplessness; solidarity and ambition.
So, the seconds, hours and months we do not converse have to have certain kind of special introvert engagement with creativity. In the absence of conversation, the quest for creative, innovative passion will usher for both of us in countryside of blooming flowers. This welcome ushering then will grant us such a unique energy to sustain each other`s legacy for future that for forever we will be bound by the strong attachment to the heritage of minds we have strived to establish. This gift will then enhance and sustain our combined belief in life, being such a massive force coming from natural beauty, humanly adventures and astronomical mysteries.
Solitude and Companionship are nothing but the two giant lenses to view and to interpret this astronomical mystery, to know the vastness of the problems we could work upon and minute pleasures hidden at every walk of life, with you; without you. Eventually, “I, You and Time; vaporize in Solitude and Companionship.”
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