I believe whatever turmoil is happening in our world are because of two reasons. Love and Death. If all of us understood and found true love and if all of us knew when we would die, our world would be a paradise of peace and harmony. Countless wars have been fought in the name of love, millions have lost their lives without knowing when death was coming for them and still love has remained an elusive mirage. I learnt about both from one person at a very young age and it made me who and how I am.
Everyone who knew my grandfather has told me that there was never a more self centered man than him they have ever come across. It took me a long time to realize why. Anyone who goes through difficult times in his/her childhood would develop a heightened sense of survival instincts, the propensity to survive against all odds and regardless of everyone and everything else. He was an artist by birth, an excellent oil and canvas painter and adept at doing anything because of the genes he inherited from his father who was a palace architect. All artists have a brooding nature and are always marooned in their own worlds. Research says that all of us truly become parents when we become grandparents. I was not his first grandchild but it took the sight of me crying in the hospital cradle to finally invoke his paternal instincts. The first time I called father and mother, my eyes were on my grandfather and grandmother. I didn’t know otherwise.
For 10 years, I got all the love and attention for a lifetime. No one on either sides of the families liked me for being the apple of the eyes of my grandparents. All those years, I didn’t have friends, I never wanted to know or cared about the world because I had everything I wanted in my life at home. Grandpa was 12 years older than grandma. In those times, marriages with large age difference was very common. In his last years, grandpa stopped caring about everything else and would just wait for me to come back from school. When I was at home, he used to eat only from my hand. The last thing he had was his medicine that I gave him before he slipped into his death bed. I had seen cats die at home but the significance of death had never hit me before. For 3 days and nights, I prayed to God to take me with grandpa because I didn’t want him to be alone wherever he goes and I didn’t know life without him. When nothing happened, I started praying to God to take him and end his suffering. On the 7th morning, he left.
It took me all of 6 years to find my mental balance again and I never really recovered from that trauma. The lessons I learned were very bitter. Everyone around me will leave me and go one day, not just through death but for a variety of reasons. I am essentially all alone in this world. Never invest my emotions beyond a point into any relationship. Don’t let anyone in to my space after a point. Life as a recluse is better than life with a broken heart. But through all of this, grandpa had taught me the lesson for life. He had loved me with everything he had, never once holding back. He had nothing to expect from me. I didn’t have anything to give him except myself. He taught me to love without expectations and to love without holding myself back.
I met her when we were both 6 years old. Same school, same batch, different classes and neighbors for some time. Her parents were college lecturers and were staying in a rented house near my house at that time. They used to leave her at my place when they used to go to work. I started waiting for her to come home in the morning and in the evening, I couldn’t see her go back home. I used to run after school to catch a seat for her to sit in the school bus. My mom used to feed both of us together and put us to sleep on the same bed after we came home from school during exams. After 2 years, she left to her own home quite some distance away.
I had started off my school life in kindergarten with flamboyance and as an extrovert but grew quieter as I grew up. Our classrooms kept shifting so I never found the opportunities to go and meet her. I still used to wait for her near the school to give flowers which mom used to send for her. Every time the doorbell at home rang, I used to run and see if it was her. Then grandpa left. Years of mental and emotional struggle followed. I dropped off in studies. The one person left in my mind was her. Dad was having his own struggles with health and no one at home really understood the conflicts I was going through in my mind especially after adolescence hit me. The constant thoughts about her in my mind started taking shape and form.
Adolescence is the time when we get affected with even little influences. I got influenced by music. I started going to her house to see her. I felt no physical attraction towards her. I never once looked at her anywhere other than her face. It was her and nothing else mattered. I had no expectations from her. All I wanted was to be always with her. I couldn’t define what I was feeling for her. In spite of my mind being in a mess, I found my mojo back at the right time. I managed to finish school as a topper. That’s when it struck me. I wouldn’t be able to see her everyday like before. What if someone else started liking her and she started feeling the same for him? Life became a nightmare. I finally conjured up the courage to write whatever was on my mind and go and give it to her.
She never replied. That was the time of no mobile phones, internet and email. Whenever I came across her again, she never came to speak to me. I decided that I wasn’t going to chase her for a response. I thought the best way to do it was the Indian way of asking her hand in marriage through the families. I had to take an year out to prepare for the engineering entrance exam. I passed with flying colors and went to tell her about it. Then reality started hitting me. We were of the same age. Her parents had a late marriage and they would look to get her married off as soon as possible. There was nothing I could do about it. I had no idea how she felt about me and if she had any feelings for me at all. Despair followed. The most overpowering of all that we feel is the feeling of helplessness.
Then something struck me. All I wanted was to be with her and in return I wanted to keep her safe and happy. Even if she was not with me, I would still want her to be safe and happy wherever she is. I didn’t know how else to feel love, if all of this was indeed love. I had to watch my grandpa go helplessly, if I had to do it one more time I would. Couple of years later, I got to know that her marriage was getting fixed. One day, her fiancee’s brother who was my senior in college came and asked me bluntly what my relationship was with her. I wanted to shout on his face who she was to me and throw him down the building. I felt pure burning rage in that instant. I chose to keep quiet and send him away. We were not invited for her marriage. I cried silently in the shower on the morning of the marriage.
My life went downhill after that. Years of financial turmoil at home coupled with my mental and emotional struggles took it’s toll on my body. My lower back gave up on me. I couldn’t walk one fine day. Doctor gave me the choice of surgery and 50% chance of walking after that. I was returning home with my dad by train and for a fleeting moment, I had the urge to jump out of the train. Then commonsense prevailed. If I cannot live for myself I should live for the people who are in my life and those who may need me.
Then I started seeing her in my dreams. Years passed, I started working and I never had the opportunity to think about her. But out of nowhere she would appear in my dreams. For years I used to wake up in the middle of the night and cry alone. When my parents started talking about my marriage, I felt huge resentment at first. Then I started thinking that a life with another woman might help me get off those dreams. I met girls but realized that the love which is prevalent in society is all based on expectations. I tried to fit in and change myself and it only caused me more misery. I realized that I was only trying to fill up the empty spaces in my life.
Through all the trials and tribulations of life, all I wanted was to see her one more time. I managed to get in touch with her best friend in school and got a picture of her. Then the unthinkable happened. After 22 long years, I got the chance to meet her. Her father passed away and I went to her house to pay my respects. Her mother didn’t recognize me but she did instantly. Those were magical moments for me. I felt exactly the same way about her as I always did. Then magically, those dreams vanished. After many days, I saw her in my dream again and I woke up smiling.
I do not know who she is and why she came into my life. If we look closely, everything that happens in our lives are all connected and everything has it’s own meaning in defining our lives and making us who we are. With her, I was not able to find any reason. All I know is that there is a definite connection between us through space and time. In my darkest days in the last few years, I took up wildlife photography and I have become quite good at it now. One day I chanced upon my autograph book from my high school days and this is what she had written to me.
I was at that point in my life when I was contemplating taking my own life when I read this. It feels like life made her write this to protect me in the future. The first question an astrologer asked me after going through my birth chart was “you were supposed to take your own life. How are you still alive?” I have learned to trust life after this one question.
I didn’t know it back then but her astrological star would have matched mine perfectly for Indian style marriage. I do not know if I would find the love I understand again but it doesn’t worry me. I have had to live my life after losing both the people I truly loved. If everything I have experienced about her is true, then I am sure I will meet her in afterlife, just like I am sure my grandpa is waiting for me.
It took me a long time to realize what still hurts me about her. She may have never understood my love for her. I did not even expect her to have the same feelings for me. All I wanted was understanding and acceptance. It was up to her to choose whom she wanted to spend her life with. What I really wanted was a place in her heart, forever. What matters more than having a woman in life is for the man to be in her mind and thoughts. What hurts and will hurt forever is that she left without talking to me even once. If what I felt for her is true, she will realize it some day and that is all I need.