Dear Stranger,
Has your life been reinvented, recreated by a meeting? By some conversations? Maybe. Mine has been. My conversations with you. We shared the same space for some time, for a very short time, for a negligible period of time in a lifetime. I gradually got to know you—or so I thought. We talked almost not at all initially. I was contented to listen to you talking to others, marvelling at your intellect. I wanted to participate but held my tongue—often feeling tongue-tied in your presence. I cherished the moments we spent watching movies, talking, sitting in the semi-darkness, the breeze from the balcony blowing the curtains obstructing the computer screen till you got up to move them out of the way... in retrospect, those evenings seem ethereal, surreal almost, far beyond my reach now. Did they really happen? Hallucination, delusions cannot be that vivid...
I saw the razor sharp intellect. But I also saw someone who was intensely lonely, seeking for something, someone…probably someone to match your intellect and intensity. You are so self aware, yet you do not know what is it that you seek—just like the rest of us. I started to see through that façade of bravado, that pretense of being in control, of being on the top of things. I wanted to talk to you, to tell you that you are the best, you have so much to give…but you were too scared to show your pain, to show your need, to share your grief. I saw your strengths; I recognized your failings. And I wanted to tell you that neither mattered except that you were you, that all of these were manifestations of you. I watched you unobserved, watched you trying to be what you were not. Did you know that yourself? Or were you also deluding yourself as well as the others?
Maybe, we will meet someday…will I recognize you? I don’t know. Maybe, you won’t recognize me either because memory is ambivalent. But what is recognition. Just an acceptance and identification of a familiar face or much more, much much more…
Should I end this wishing you all the best…but that is so banal, meaningless…what does it mean? These phrases have no meaning. I will end this hoping you will find what you are seeking. One day, you will. Perhaps, you already have…
Then, you will no longer need to wear a mask of bravado, then you can be your true self—intense, sensitive, strong enough to expose your weaknesses.
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