For the ones who says Reality is not the way it is in one of my fantasy books, Reality sucks, the World is cruel and Life is merciless, I say, “I KNOW” I have seen both reality and the fantasy, I know the difference. DO YOU?
For the ones who says, Love is not eternal and it is not running around a meadow, making promises and bursting into love song every five minutes, I say “I KNOW”. Love is understanding, it’s sacrifice, it’s keep going on despite the pain, it’s holding on to each other when times are good and holding each other closer when times get tougher, it is tearing each others throat a minute and crying in each others arms the next, it is fights that threaten to break you, but the care that hurries to mend it, it is the battle between the anger and care, where after all the anger, the care still remains, it is knowing the reason behind your tears and the lie behind your smile, it is the “I am there, be strong”s and silent hugs when words mean nothing, it is catching you when you fall and carry you when you have no strength left and walking beside you in silence that speaks a thousand love poems, it is saying I love you in every possible way without actually saying “I Love You”. and for those who says that kinda love doesn’t exists, I say, “YOU ARE WRONG”. Because, That’s the way I LOVE and I strongly believe I am not the only one.
For those who mock the way I love, I say, “I DON”T CARE” I know how I love, it’s my job to show it, it’s not my job to prove it. If you can’t feel my love or realise to the extent I was willing to go for the ones I love, I am Sorry you didn’t know.
For those who make me guilty for the smallest disappointment I make, I say “I AM SORRY I AM NOT PERFECT”. I may not be perfect or even good enough for you to realise my Love, but someday, I am going to be perfect for someone, flaws and all. And if that doesn’t happen either, well I am still going to Love the way I always do.
For those who ask me, what are you even depressed about, I say, “EVERYTHING AND NOTHING”. I am not going to apologise for feeling depressed, I don’t function the way you do. I have my own healing process and I am not going to apologise for you not understanding. If you could live in my head for a day, you would explode, the same way I might explode if I am in your head, because healing process is not a template.
For those who don’t understand any of the above, I say, “I AM SORRY” I wasted your time.
There I was, sitting on a steel bench, where I could see the full view of the ocean and waves can touch only my toes. I was sitting there looking at the ocean wondering what lay beyond the ocean and inside me.
Slowly cold spread through the bench i was sitting on and the stars started twinkling their eyes and slowly started playing hide and seek behind the clouds. Slowly the moon started shining above my head and I could feel the the breeze on my face growing colder and colder and suddenly the stars and the moon go hide behind the darkening clouds and darkness was surrounding me inside and out. The waves are trying to touch my toes for a long time.
Realising the dark, I stopped wondering what lay beyond and inside and started wondering what’s happening above. The moment I looked up a rain drop thudded on my eyes. The rain started to pouring down harder and harder and I felt the rain drenching my hair and droplets of water dripping from the tip of hair and from the tips of my fingers. I still haven’t moved an inch. I felt that rain was washing away my sins and sorrows.
I waited for the rain to do its job. When it has poured to its contend, it stopped raining. The deafening sounds of rain drops thudding on the water surface has finally stopped. The place was dark and silent but for the gentle and rhyming rhythm of the waves. I felt cleansed of all bad things. I can’t decipher if I am frozen to the cold bench or it was just an impulse. I felt pure. I wanted to leave, but something was still missing. I waited for it to find me, Then slowly, like a kid touching a puppy for the first time, a wave hesitantly touched the tips of my toes and ran away shyly.
I felt overwhelmed by the beauty of god and nature. I stood up turned around and started slowly towards the beach. My feet sinking in the soft beach sand for every step i took.
I reached the streets, it was flooded with light. I went to street surrounding me inside and out. Even though I was drenched and was freezing cold, I felt warmth spreading inside and out, making me glow inside and out.
ALL WAS WELL
The Forty Rules of Love is a breathtaking piece by Elif Shafak, who took the reader on a memorable journey through love, religion, mysticism and many more through her beautiful words.
This book is a perfect example of “don’t judge a book by it’s cover”. Some may think this book is about a kind of a guide book to be a success in love, well it is in a way, but in the most poetic and unexpected way possible.
The story starts with Ella having an existential crisis over a book she is reviewing. With Ella, we take up on a journey in search of love that is beyond the understanding of an average mind.
Does this book talk about love? Friendship? Companionship? Love of God? Self-Love? Religion? Meaning of life as a whole? Yes, yes and yes to all of the above. Shafak took us on a journey with Shams a Sufi in search of a companion who can mirror him and give a meaning to his solitude. When he finds Rumi, anyone who understands solitude will ache to have a companionship like Shams and Rumi.
“I have never been to a tavern before and have never consumed wine. I don’t think drinking is the right thing to do. But I trust you fully, because I trust the Love between us”
– Rumi to Shams
These beautiful words, as simple as it might be, revealed a prospect of the heights of trust and love a person could have for another. This level of trust as purely a concept of fiction as it can be in this modern times, it makes one think how much human beings are capable when it comes to love and ache for a time where it could be possible.
The forty rules that is spread across the entire story is not just a rule for just common kind of love between a man and a woman, but for forty kinds of love and more. None of the two rules address the same kind of love. As you explore the rules one by one, you fall in love with god, with life, with yourself, with your ability to love, with another person, with humans in general and the list goes on till it come to a point where you fall in love with love itself.
After reading this book, you will never see life and the rest of the world the same way again. It will take you apart and put you back piece by piece in the most poetic way possible.