Bliss Of Solitude
Bliss Of Solitude
Taking a deep dive into the ocean of time, Deepa closed her eyes. Innocent childhood memories splashed her eyes and refreshed her heart. She saw herself as a kid in the lap of her mother. The unselfish, undemanding love between the two was so engrossing, that the world’s pleasures stood belittled against it. No eagerness, no anxiousness, no expectations, for it was the purest form of love which any being experiences. She felt pure solace and calmness.
A knock at the door in the mid afternoon and she suddenly woke up to see the utensils littered around her and a bucket of clothes waiting to seek her attention. Just like the ocean water thuds on the shore to meet the virtual world. It was the postman with a letter from her husband saying that he will not be returning from his errand this month too due to some extra work. She read the letter, wiped her face and starred at the undone work. The house stood silent, the Sun beamed upon her as if to show her that she could be that kid again. It gave her choices whether to be one with the Nature or choose to stand alone and continue to live in the past and anticipate for the future. Deepa stared around, she could either accept the emptiness which surrounded her now or could feel complete by being one with the Sun, with the wind around her and be one with the supreme universe. Which clearly meant to chose to be with hope or despair.
She chose the later. She chose to be the wave which immerses and reunites with the ocean. With smile on her face she tasted Solitude for the first time, which was as sweet as honey. The taste for which she paid nothing and depended on no one. She decided to relive the most beautiful chapter of her life again, which was childhood.
With a charm on her face and a song in her heart she cleaned the house. Sat near the door and started stitching to complete her new order in time. She was full of life as she had understood that she was Life herself and no one can take that away from her. The wind that touched her hair, the child whom she saw playing outside, the hawker who was selling nuts, were all one with her. She had taken the leap of faith.
Excited like a kid as she finished stitching the first shirt and kept it on the table by the door, she was blindfolded by someone. Deepa opened her eyes and saw her husband right beside her. She was overwhelmed with joy. She kissed him and hugged him and then started beating him for having fooled her. She felt happy and happier because the weakest moment had taught her to feel blessed. There was a sense of achievement in her heart, as she had overcome her fears and was feeling complete within herself. The leap of faith in the spur of moment had taught her to find happiness within.
The weakest and the strongest moments in life bring out the best or worst in us. They are these moments that make us what we want to be. The essence of life lies open in front of all of us but only the innocent eyes perceives it.