Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
[-Parting At Morning by Robert Browning]
Do not we all wish that life also had those typical happy endings, just as they do in stories and poems? But as much as my heart desires to believe in the so called folklore, there’s no denying that life lives short of these happy endings at most instances.
We often, at night, look up into the beauty of the sky, and chancing upon a shooting star, close our eyes to pray for that little something which would spread happiness: Happiness which brings forth the warmth of love over our senses, making that very moment special. And even though that happiness might turn out to be momentary, we feel it to be worthwhile.
That one moment of happiness, we feel, makes up for the long and lonely void of silence left after a ravaging storm in the wet August sky. And that the soft sound of the raindrops, resonating in our senses while they last, make up for the morbid destruction and the havoc created thereafter.
And in our minds we go about the same thing, repeating day and night, to stay away from the destruction caused by Cleopatra. The same veiled beauty that charms its way to the destruction of the high and mighty. And yet we fall when the time comes.
Thence comes the tears of sorrow and of disappointment. The incessantly flowing tears which come down from the heavens above, everlasting with the dark gloomy skies hovering in the horizon and threatening to throw our life out of gear, for a long long time.
Finally one day, as a sweet drizzle takes away a gusty spring wind and the sky looks clear blue under the bright and the shimmering sun, the smile comes back to the face. The smile which breaks out like the light green leaves on a fine spring morning after a pale, dark and cold winter: the same smile that once again brings back joy on to the pallid careworn face.
But then again I try and recall why I didn’t stop myself from crying then. I suppose I didn’t, as all tears are not evil. I suppose I didn’t as I once again hopelessly believed that some stories perhaps do have a happy ending…
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3 comments:
after a long time eh. .
I suppose I didn’t as I once again "HOPELESSLY" believed that some stories perhaps do have a happy ending…
Arent we the one's who are supposed to be sure more than hopeful about how our story ends..
M sure of atleast one story that will have a happy ending.. :)
@Anonymous: Glad to hear you know of one such story. :)
Most of us simply hope of a happy ending otherwise. And when the end comes, its the dash of uncertainty that brings the spice. ;)
Most will. Most will not. It's just about waiting for the turn of the dice to see which way it will land and what story it will call to attention. Sometimes that is.
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