Saluting the Bravest Person I Know

I don't know what has suddenly transpired in me that I feel this sudden urge to pen down my feelings. But I know this for sure that unless I have expressed these I cannot move an inch further today. I am writing this to you O Beloved in the hope that someday you will read this. I write this for you because, firstly, these feelings and this post is all about you. Secondly, you are the most patient listener I have ever met. And thirdly, I have no one else to share these feelings with.

I want to salute you for the sacrifice you have made. No doubt, it has been hard for me and taken its toll, but still, if given a chance again, I would help you do it again, happily, if it brings you happiness and freedom. For with you I realised the subtle differences between ‘being in love’ and ‘to love’. I realised that if it was really love it will last a lifetime, no matter the distance.

Anyways, coming to the point as to why I wanted to salute your sacrifice. It is because it is not possible for everyone to give up their happiness just to satisfy a few egos. You knew it that no one was actually “happy” with this. Some just wanted to meet their social obligations. Some wanted to own you because of your pleasing appearance. While some more would not let their social prestige get tarnished just because a free thinking, independent girl was not happy.

But you O brave one, the bravest of the brave I have ever known, chose to keep your happiness at the altar of their false egos just to satisfy their lust for social acceptance. If they ever realise what wrong they have done to you, hopefully they too would do what I am doing today.

I, being selfish all along, wanted to keep you all for myself. But as the time of departure drew close, I realised that you like the air so pure, which shouldn’t be locked in the tight containers of my lust. You are like Ganges from heavens which needs to be given to his abysmally poor, hungry and love deprived world so that many a needy souls get the love which I have got.

I may never know how you are, but I would always wish for your happiness. Just a small request- when you are done with spreading love and happiness, if you can, just come back to me, for I too would love to love you once again. Certainly I would have learned to live without you by then but that won’t necessarily mean that I have actually been alive all these years. So just try to return, to fill my lungs with your freshness, to refresh my thirst parched throat, to bring me back to life.