Love Texts

“Where are we headed?” She asked.

“A true traveler does not seek a destination.” He replied.

“In that case, we are all wanderers in the sands of time?”

“Not quite, we are the seekers on a quest.”

“A quest for?”

“Our inner self.”

“Reality and imagination don’t normally intertwine.”

“They do – imagine your dreams and act them in reality.”

“Well mister, most of us are so absorbed in our mundane routines that we seldom get the time to reflect.”

“One must reflect, take a pause, minimalize the approach.”

“You must have a nice boss then.”

“I work efficiently, and I contemplate diligently.”

“Alas, in that case, I need to learn a lot from you.”

“I am a bad teacher.”

“Hmm.”

“So, what do you contemplate about?”

“The very efficacy of our existence.”

“The one beautiful life that we have?”

“Yes, and it's many myriads.”

“Is it too late for you?”

“I can text all night!”

“Have you ever opened up to a stranger?”

“The stars are aligned, and I think in the next five minutes I may.”

“You are so subtle!”

“Okay tell me mister, is love real?”

“It is unless you fall in love with the idea of falling in love! Have you been through the joy of being in love and the agony of being out of it?”

“Well, I have loved someone, had conversations which felt like I was on another planet, texts which I have read over and over. Been there, done that. I suppose I was on autopilot while it was on, with zero turbulence. It was a flight that was the envy of all the clouds. But that was then. Now I guess I am back on the runway and out of fuel. I do not know whether I will fly again soon. Will I?”

“Tell me,

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something lady. Do you reminisce about the flight?”

“I do.”

“Was the actual flight more enjoyable of the reminiscence?”

“Have not thought about it, but I guess the reminiscence because you can travel back in time any time and any number of times.”

“You just solved the quandary yourself!”

“As in?”

“Memories are like the splendid arches of walled cities where you can walk into any time and soak in the nostalgia. And you know what! You do not need to depend on the fabric of time and space to experience them. You are in control of the travel. You can one day be the wanton traveler and, on another day, an inquisitive one.”

“This is such a refreshing perspective.”

“What about love?”

“What about it?”

“Love is the essence of all creation. Love is all-encompassing. Treasure it, live it, and be happy that it makes you feel alive.”

“What if you have been hurt in love?”

“Then you should use its benevolence to impart so much of it in return that the pain gets the message that it cannot rear its head again?”

“Will that work?”

“You know lady, there is no measure of love, it is not caged in a bottle. It is the effervescent vision of the eyes of the beholder, it is the gleaming smile of the lover.”

“I have never thought of it this way.”

“Do you feel any better?”

“I feel so light!”

“All fears of reciprocal love are now magically gone!”

“So, let’s call it a night lady!”

“No wait, who are you?”

“Call me the messenger.”

“And how do I get back to you.”

“You don’t need to.”

“As in.”

“You have arrived. Be benevolent in love. See it come back to you stronger like a boomerang. Good Night!”