goodbye

soul mates no more....no more soul mates , by choice and by design.

soul mates , for the want of an exact word , because there is no word that describes them.


They were not friends ,no ,not really.No .They were not friends. Their station in life separated them.Age separated them.Experience separated them.Somehow....however they had been able to understand each other across the barriers of age ,gender and biases that society imposes upon all.


He could recall a life when they had not even known each other.He could also recall how lacklustre that life had been as if that was not even life.Since they had known each other, life had found its own rhythm.He could hardly recall a waking moment that had gone unshared.


Words or no words ,communication was the key, a random conversation here..a phone call there..a stray text on an odd evening...yet she had always had this uncanny ability to read his mind .When he felt low ,she could cheer him up with a silly story.When he felt bad ,she could make him smile in spite of all that was not going his way.When he was on top of the world ,she was his one woman cheering squad.When he was successful,she could say a wise word and make him find the right perspective.

She found it easy to believe in him and he found it easier to bring all her beliefs to fruition.

She found it possible to dream dreams for him and he found it possible to dream the same dreams along with .She had found that it was simple and easy to love another person without complexity...without ego..without pride .

It was a unique equation.It was a strange understanding....

A beautiful relationship , in fact it was so unique that no one apart from these two would ever understand it.Even these two did not understand it.

They were not lovers.They were not friends.They were not even related.

They were ...probably not even aware of a need to classify their relationship.
This odd strange and unique relationship...had they even tried to classify and categorize it ,it would have beaten classification...it was so.

It could not always be so.Life makes its own demands.The demand was made...
Work..time...assorted commitments..days turned into months, months into years..
Torn asunder or time to move on...
No tears shed, no words said as she bid him goodbye in her soul alone..
goodbye....soulmate....soulmate no more.

study some more..

School was about to get over..
And Darren knew not what to do..
His parents were clear what they wanted him to do..his friends were sure what the felt he should do..even his teachers were assured of his capabilities and future possibilities..
Witty , with a superb sense of humour , and a command of the spoken as well as the writen word ,how could he be at a loss for words.
Yet he was...at a loss for words that would put his thoughts in order...that would allow him to find expression in the chaos that reigned within him.
Chaos..
should he listen to his friends who believed that his potential was immense ,that his mind could always win over matter...that his confidence could not fail to win him kudos wherever he would go and whatever he would do...
should he listen to his teachers who believed that it was easy for him to learn and train for a profession that would focus the public eye on him...combining his innate skill for language and presentation...
should he listen to his parents ,his mother who had had such a tough life that he remained the sole source of joy for her..his father who had worked so hard that he should not want for anything , or his grandmother who needed to be taught a thing or too.

Finally ..what was it that he wanted for himself..
The discipline and dilligence of the engineering school or the glamour and the thrill of media..
chaos.
chaos and a sleepless night..dreams...nightmares..
yet one face floated up to him out of his chaotic dreams..
his mother's.
and he knew...what morning would bring to him..he would first think of her and than himself..
winner..that he is.