priyanshu Verma

Abstract Drama

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priyanshu Verma

Abstract Drama

Real Love Is Not what you think it is

Real Love Is Not what you think it is

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It was spring coming and I was already late for work. Well, I agree that a language trainer is not a tiresome job. But, there's also no room for leisure. So, as I passed the main gate of my house, there was this dog with brownish golden coloured fur, it seemed to be a golden retriever but here I was looking at a street dog that seemed just as beautiful as a golden retriever.


You know sometimes, it's just the beauty, not the BRAND. The natural simplest innocence couldn't remain unseen. It was a sudden impulse that made me hold his paw and have a friendly gesture for a moment.It was male, with lots of fur, glittering eyes with the cutest nose. Until now, you would have gotten that I am a dog lover like billions of other people around the world :) part of a "fond of dogs" family.


Anyways, as usual, I hurried to my work and as usual, my supervisor was looking at me like a cruel witch while I was running towards my class. I was very familiar with that look. It was a punching hand without an actual hand. When I was done with my work and the class was over, I went and talked to my supervisor, convincing her that I will not be late again and the students won't suffer. She was half-convinced with eyes full of exaggerated expectations for the next day. I knew I couldn't satisfy her ever.


However, I did not blame her and the world. I bought two cups of Ice-cream from a Qualitywalls cart and returned back home. When I reached the gate of my house, the brown dog was there again. I took one ice-cream cup and offered it to him. He licked it and licked my hand too. While I bid goodbye to him, he seemed careless with barely no unnecessary expectation of meeting me again ( like human beings have)That was just a momentary pleasure for him that's it.


I was feeling a little different about what just happened. I really liked the dog and especially the "no expectation thing." I was just thinking about eating my share of the ice cream, another cup when I heard a chattering sound of my father talking to my mother about my choice of choosing a not-so-good husband and how he was not a deserving one for me. Part of me agreed with him as I too was disappointed with my relationship with him and it was not working. We were to get divorced soon.


That night I just kept thinking of the terrifying future and all of my insecurities. I was blaming myself for half of the events and really could not believe that it was happening for real. The tears rolled down my cheeks when I realised I haven't washed my face after the doggy had licked it. I smiled and went to wash it. You know when you're sad , it seems like the world has ended but with this little cute creature,the case was different and under-control.This is the specialty of pets or animals.


The next morning I was just on my regular schedule, late for my supervisor. I was in a hurry but I remembered the dog and quickly grasped an old sack. I put the sack on the ground spread it so that the dog could sit on it. As soon as it was ready, the dog came wagging its tail and in a playful manner sat on it. He was happy. The sight of this just reminded me of an incident where I cooked a delicious meal for my husband and after he ate, he couldn't complain any lesser. Sometimes a reciprocation, positive one, an appreciation is what someone needs.


As I entered my class, I was interrupted by a student asking me a question. The question was- How can we have a feeling of contentment when we have social media,influencers and much more.We often feel inferior and unsatisfied with what we have? Well, I just tried to make him understand the true value of life but deep inside, this question was really thoughtful.


As I was coming back to my home, I met a software engineer, Samina, my old friend. While we were talking about how highly she was getting paid and how I was really proud of her, she took a long pause. I sensed something was wrong. I asked and she told me that she didn't want this from life. She wanted some time off work and have spare time just like me. Woah! She wanted a life I was leading. That was great! what I heard was a real indication towards the answer to my student's question.


I was back in my zone with this lovely dog who was waiting for me with a non-stop wagging tail. I smiled at him and played with him. The moment we shared was a billion times happier than anything in the world. It was love. Pure love.


I sat on my recliner and started watching YouTube. Videos of some new smart words were appearing and they were very useful for me. I thought to share it with the class. Shared it and then put the phone away. My mother came and started gossiping about how a lady neighbour faced too many restrictions and how she was always at fault according to her in-laws. Speaking of her, my mother said that ladies are always at fault according to society and how the men always were and are dominants. "Am I too at fault, ma?", I asked. She stared at me and said, "look these imperfections make us who we are. You don't wanna lose YOU right?" 


I took dinner and went for a walk. At the gate, I saw the dog coming back to the sack with a bone. At first, I was annoyed with the view,made me cringe a bit. But then I realised it was kinda normal ritual for the dog. I just waited a while there and then went ahead for the walk. After I came back, the dog was sleeping on the sack and there was no presence,not even a single trace of the bone there. I took some chicken meat from my fridge and kept it there, near the dog, in a bowl and went to bed. Some things which are beyond our comprehension,exists and it's not necessary that what we cannot understand isn't a philosophy or what we don't like is bad.


While I was dozing off, I spoke in my mind that tomorrow I'll teach my students a language of love which is very essential and a must to be learnt in life. #lovelanguage


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