The clo”sure”.. A full stop!

NOTE: Can’t suggest a “Pantoprazole” :)

Disclaimer: Not intended for any personality, living or dead. The correlation of the instances-translations-incidence is a mere coincidence. XD.

Certainly not for KIDS!! While the earlier parts were about DOUBTS and SELF-LOVE, this is more of an (If you can deduce, let me know too )! Not a romanticizing blog, hence, read at your own risk. :).

On a winter evening as I was passing by a food street, looking at the cute couples around a Momo corner, was lost in some random thoughts, destined nowhere, just living the vibe of nothingness. As I was just trying to cope with the recent job change, the surrounding, the city, the state, the people, and the culture, a notification from a familiar number pops.

New city and old memories, not a great start I had presumed. All the strength I had gathered over the years faded away from the person, all but nothing. Felt like a castle in the air. Why now? After so many Years? What’s the purpose, what’s the point? Certainly, it’s not about something I used to long for. Neither I dared to ask her, nor I had the answers to my emotions. “What the hell is going on? Why is the new place suffocating too? Questions kept coming up from nowhere”

But why the questions in the first place? It has been years since I have tried building the better version I used to be. This is no project Tiger. Nor the philosophy that I used to think about how we are mere pawns searching for love. I had no answers to my questions and was wondering for some answers. I remember how one of my friends would help me solve questions. Let’s say there is this qs D. It has steps involved A B C which he would formulate to 3 other questions and he would ask me how would I answer each of the steps. He was the Vetaal to my Vikram. Maybe.
Let there be a Vetaal to some Vikram and see where we reach… There are no correct or incorrect answers. There are just different journeys.

Vetaal:
What are some of the biggest love stories we have heard regardless of where we were brought up?
We have all heard of Radha Krishan, the love stories, the faith, and the tragedy. I have seen and read a good number of stories around when I was alive. Probably helped me use this classification problem strategy. The kite or the bird.
They both carry the pleasure of reaching heights, looking for sun rise or set and either way after a certain period they come back to their nest with a hope to fly higher next.

The Bird or Kite. Open for deduction! People always have some strings attached. Some shackles they believe stop them from exploring what they could be from what they are right now. We have seen how life in a pond feels like, but what about the ocean? The kite misses the freedom of flying far, the bird misses the freedom of enjoying. The kite doesn’t face rain or thunder, the bird has to look after itself and its nest.

Who is the kite and bird “Vikram”?

Me. I don’t know. The way I see it. The kite feels it has its limitations. The string. But the string is something that the kite needs to fly in the first place. The string is handled by someone, but the stronger the string, the higher the kite can fly freely. So it’s not the kite that flies. It’s the string that makes the kite fly. These are the strings attached to your relationship. It feels strangled, it may make you feel you can be happy without it at times, but the stronger your string is, the higher you fly.
The birds migrate and search for food. Even if it’s a flock, they have to find their food and feed their children. Some invisible string attached, doesn’t mean there are no strings at all. We all are puppets. Someone we see, sometimes we feel.

Vetaal: I mentioned the love stories in the first place even if it was always about strings. The visible and invisible ones.

Let’s talk about the part where we started. So, letting go is just a realization that they are a beautiful part of your history but not part of your destiny. Well, it depends, on how you see through this. What is love for you, the journey to becoming no-one or the destiny to become something? No one lets you know, you are nothing but a pawn in the bigger game, where the relay baton shall pass. Destiny shall make you have dreams and have fear of losing, the joy of achieving but beyond that, it is always the same. Responsibility around someone, live, roam and die.

If people are so obsessed with suggesting letting go of things, why do we talk about Ram Setu?

You know Vikram, being a Vetaal isn’t easy. You look at people and get to observe a lot. I hope you are aware of the fact that Raavan was the wealthiest one, he had a bigger army, and he assured to offer more than Ram could have offered in the 13 years of Vanvaas. Who was the bigger protagonist here? The lady who waited or the prince who fought?
What if someone had died in the process? Hypothetical question.

But what if someone died in one of the love stories?

Vikraam: She did die. Just that she was known as Sati, and he was known as Shiva. He waited. No matter how many times she died, she was always the Shakti of Dev. He waited for her, and only her in his timeless life. It’s just a matter of fact, who completes you like no one else? For Ram, it was his Sita. For Shiv it’s his Shakti. Detachment, incompleteness, and memories are all futile. I mean, they are supposed to happen. It’s just a matter of what completes you… Wait your AdiShakti is the most underdeveloped thought.

Vetaal: So you suggest being the one who is destined for love or enjoying the journey as it is? Someone who believes that it’s impossible to get back and start all over again but can just change the ending?
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“You can never cross the ocean unless you dare to lose sight of the shore.” Love serves a great purpose in life. But what serves the bigger purpose is the purpose itself. We don’t love “love”. We love the idea of feeling the love.

In reality, it was never about you. For instance, you can’t drink poison even if you are thirsty. You can’t ask for love if you are just having a void in life. As I was searching for results, I found how mysterious things have been. A 23-year guy died fighting for love and was called Saheed-e-Azam and someone else of the same age became the inspirational Romeo to millions. In short, anything / a desire, a purpose or a person, whatever completes you is your love. But we always tend to see what we want to see.

How to move on? (But).. “Kash” Vetaal knew what detachment feels like. I don’t know the answer. But all I know is if his / her absence makes you have a bad mouth, (in his/her presence or absence) you are mostly there. Just like silence is a message, no defence is also a defence. Old Thoughts: Just like, you can’t complain about Malaria to the mosquitoes. You can’t ask or suggest someone for moving on who brought you where you are. (Depends on which side you are on)
Cheers. Not all storms come to disrupt your path, some help to clear your path.