Beyond An Enchanted spell

There is something odd here, this is not the way I normally look at life and behave with an extreme blur plan of the almighty. I remember, never in my entire 23 years of appeasing life I had been so rapid. And especially when it comes to intermingling with a crowd near me, I’m quite selective. The space that surrounds my life is not that thick and only a sort of common people with common views fits into my space. 

The last three weeks of my life has given me some of the best memories of my life, of this I’m assured. I have been on a new journey, where I can see a royal lushness, a peaceful ceremoniousness; and having been surrendered to it, it took me a while to wonder – If I get strayed? I have ceased to hope for myself; the sluggish endeavor and attempts to find happiness out of this morbidity, leading through a claustrophobic phase have promised me relief for a brief moment. 

Some loathsome mark of evil inside an enchanted wood, a wand of thorns placed amidst the heavy, glittering vestments of royalty with a magical clearing, had managed, casting a spell and bounding me in its trap down the age. Today I wonder if it’s a similar alluring? haven’t I bypassed this phase earlier which had broken me into fragments? should I be ready for some similar consequences and wash my face and look at life incredulously?

Why, I would wonder, clutch a new bond? 

“because this is your last opportunity” my conscience would reply.  

“all this happiness and Good-luck . . .” I would interrogate myself.

“you belong to it.” life would reply.

In the course of this life, I ought to have examined that not all people around our life should be given the soul right to handle it; And then another day I learnt that life is a complete mystery. Life follows its principles of separation and hollowness. When you are desperate and urge to  get one who would hold you hard when you need a pat, fall when you fell, smile when you smiled, walk side by side during a twilight, you get none ; and while you are vulnerable and strong, life will send the prettiest of people to first allure you to smile and ultimately shatter you to a tragedy. 

Having been aware to this principle of life I fear, and live in the shades and depth of the most appropriate shield of being a reservist. I no longer allow anyone to enter my space. I am a man fulfilled – by only a small need – and it is, I see, what I have always needed to fulfill myself. My life is a dazzling sketch, executed with skillful artists, a matter of fine dashing and wavy lines, vibrant colours – mahogany and gold and fascination. But incomplete without a background.

I am a very simple and a common man. I have a small goal for my life. Like any other simple boy, I have faced rejections and I today I’m happy with that. I am satisfied with who I am and where I am. I’m indebted to my only handful friends who have been there with me since years, for 20 years, and with whom, I expect to cover this journey to the end. People will continue to come and continue to go. I will continue to slide from priorities to being subsequent, form Being subsequent to becoming priorities in the lives of people around me. I have learnt the art of accepting the truth before too long, without confessing or regretting or making any carps.