YOUR PERSON

YOUR PERSON

A friend of mine made me listen to this song. I loved the song the instant I heard it. I mean, c'mon, someone baking a pie only because you are sad, Wouldn't that be the best!

But what kept me glued to the song was the comfort that the singer is trying to give. The words dipped in care & concern.

"I will give you every bit of love that's in my heart. I will bake it up into a simple pie." There. Just those lines can put the worse out of your mind. Blow away all the fears and concerns. Calm down the most unruly storm in an ocean. The words itself give you an illusion of free falling into a bed of cushions. A soft feather like bed that can either help you bounce back or safely cuddle you its warmth. Whatever you want it to be.

Aside from the dripping love & concern, the other crucial part that makes this song a dreamy melody is the person comforting you with these poignant words. One can have a huge family, a strong bond of relatives and illustrious friends from whom you have undying flow of support and much love. However, there always comes a time, when you need none but just that one; your person.

As humans it is our tendency to at times defy what is only natural. And defy we do; we defy the concept that we are not meant to live alone.  We ardently defend our independence, that we can survive on our own. While the truth, in whichever part of the world you are,  is, that we cannot live alone. The truth is that relatives may leave before you do, that friends will leave. Amongst all these changes your rock will be your person. The undying source of support, your crutch when you are hurt and the wind beneath wings when you soar. She/he will know your fears more than you, will be awe of your sparkling eyes more that the sparkle of the stars, will know the salty-ness of your tears, will know the meaning of every contour of your smile, and, will read your every minute thought before you even think of them.

Companion/ comrade. beau - your person, will walk by your side. Lay down block by block and carve the path, along with you, of a unique life. She/he will be the witness to your life. Someone to document every crazy step, every mad run, every quiet walk, every waking hour, every peaceful sleep, every dream you spun. And when you are old and wrinkly, squinting your way through life, your person will sit you down on a warm summer day, and narrate to you the adventure, which was your life. Which is your life. She/he will read to you all the stories while once again baking that pie from heaven above. A pie to be filled with strawberry love. 

Go now, you dreamy soul. Go and find your person!

(I will give you every bit of love that's in my heart, I will bake it up into a simple pie....*on loop*)

The Other Life

The Other Life

Bob Marley wrote:

In every life we have some trouble

When you worry, you make it double

Don't worry, be happy

(Don't worry, be happy now)

There are days when I wake up groggy before the wretched alarm rings; days when I wake up as the wretched alarm shatters my dream; and then there are days when I sleep through it oblivious to the screechy little things' vain attempts. Now that is the day when I wake up to reality  from my other life.

We all have our other life which is equivalent, to the world which was before Pandora gave in curiosity. A perfect place with no malice, or mad rush to achieve, to crush someone. It is a cocoon which protects against nefarious activities. The weather is always fair, birds chirp relentlessly, friends never drift and love...love is never lost. It is an idyllic haunt of our imagination.

"You will not value happiness till you encounter suffering." This age old phrase is merely a comfort for our souls. A make believe, to hide the flaws of our very nature. Because happiness, is now and forever, precious. If I may speak for myself, I do not require the abrasive jolts of reality to truly appreciate joy. And I know I speak for many, when I say that.

But the reality is - Pandora did open that box and life as is now an amalgamation of tears, jealousy, competition, laughter, sharing, support. Of course, we cannot miss to add to the potpourri, the angel of hope that flew out last from Pandora's box. The real life (the evil sibling of the other life, as i call it) bemuses us and hurls at us that which is most unexpected. Our lodestar amongst this - hope & choice. We tug and tenaciously hold on to these as we stumble & trip our way through. 

Therefore, dust yourself, brace yourself, open the damn door, sneer at the real life & walk out with your held high. And for those days when life does actually manages to throw you in the gutter, do not curl up and cry. Show it your back, kick off your shoes, feel the green dewy grass on your feet and blow away your worries. Whistle your way to the other life; to your perfect cocoon in the imperfect life.