To The Gift of Past
Dear Gift
I am writing this epistle as a gift from your
past. I am writing this letter as the ghost of days gone by. I am writing this
chit as an apology for promise not kept. I am writing this as excuse for my
humanly failure. I am writing this as a friend to old best friend. I am writing
this as wretched man to a beautiful and noble woman. I am writing this as an
ex-lover to betrayed lover.
As a cliché phrase goes, hours turn into day, the
days into week and weeks into month. As unruly time travel its unending
journey, ten months have passed. Ten months ago, we were not what we are today.
We were younger by literal calculation of time. We were lovers by measurement
of human relationship. We had a dream by standard of human expectation.
Moreover, we had a promise kept to be broken by frail nature of human attitude.
Today, after 10 months, we have become what we
didn’t promise to be. I have become husband of an expecting woman. You have
become lover of another man. In next two years, you will become mother and
wife. Day by day, we are becoming stranger.
In next 10 years, we may not know each other. In next twenty years, either of
us may leave this world for good. As the time goes by, the distance transforms
familiarity into dis-familiarity. The compilation ends in dispersion. The
meeting ends in departing and the birth ends in the death. Slowly, the meeting
caused by merit of thousand eons ends and we became stranger for next thousand
eons. That is what destiny does; making us mere actors and actresses in grand
stage of the world.
With thousand of thoughts and millions of thanks,
I would like to send this letter to you. Hope you will go through this letter. If
your heart refuses to open this letter of mine, I will take a solace knowing that
at least this paper has a privilege to be burnt to ashes by your hand; the
honour I was so unfortunate to receive.
Four years ago, I was deep into the sorrow of life
questioning my existence. Everything seemed worthless and I was living dead
like a drying log devoid of water and kept in the scorching sun. I was betrayed
by one with whom I had dreamt to be together. I lost the one with whom I
promised myself to share highs and lows of the life. I tried every means
possible to be who I was before. I was crying every single night. My pillow would
be drenched with tears; the tears I hated to shed for woman who wasn’t worth my
love.
Then you walked into my life like an angel from
heaven above (if there is one). Your love rejuvenated the life that was first fading
from my body. You cares watered the wrinkled corpse of mine. Your calls made me
forget the woman who betrayed my love. For the first time in life, you made me
the person I am. You made me better person than before. You made me dream once
again. You made me to believe once again that all is not lost. I promised
myself that I would walk with you, hand in hand through thick and thin of life.
I promised myself that I would have the better dreams with you. I promised
myself I would never let you go. But today, I became the person I dread most;
the betrayer of love, destroyer of hope and terminator of dream.
Ten months ago, I shattered my own dream once
again. I betrayed your trust, love and care. More than that I let to be betrayed
myself. I let my guard down and let myself to be carried away by the wind of
desire. I am not saying sorry for what I have done because I know you will not
forgive me. I am writing this to console your feelings because I understand
what you are going through. You might be going through same feelings as I had
gone through 4 years ago. You might be questioning your own existence. You
might be feeling worthless and used. You might be having difficult time to
rebuild your dream. You might be estimating volumes of your tears which you
feel would fill a vast pond and breed fishes.
All I can ask you is take this life as a web of dreams
so that we are product of what is woven. Take this situation as a bad dream
occurred within the dream. Take your life as a precious gift from the merit of
your past. Take our relation as a teacher that taught us nothing is permanent
and nothing will be. Take our relation as a light that would guide you through
darkness of life yet un-faced.
At the maximum, 20 years down the line, we would
be old people fearing to die and chanting prayers. As the death kneel rings,
everything we did will come back to us rushing through our weak memory lane. I
will take that time as an opportunity to pray that we be born together as man
and woman once again and let me be the sufferer instead of you. I would pray to
get all sufferings and give you all happiness. I will pray to Buddha, Dhama and
Sangha that you be leader and I be the led in next phase of our relationship.
I have many things to say. I have many things to
write. I have many things to repent. I have many deeds to be purified but I
have nothing to make you happy. Therefore, I shall stop here with words that I
will be ever grateful to you.
Yours
Curse of
Past
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