the pursuit

A million seconds have passed by and the seconds keep ticking with a few of your thoughts staying constant; relative to the movement of the ticker on thy hand. I can’t but let these thoughts leave me. May be I don’t want them to go...

Luckily the Barbie at the other side of the window pane did look at you. Something made the Barbie look at you. Probably the long constant stare as you ate the corn pushed the Barbie to think. Certainly unexpected, yet the joy of that first look was still unmasked. He stood outside as it rained. She stood inside as it went colder. Both on their sides were experiencing the same levels of temperature I guess before a few people came in. A mix of young and old they were who had come to buy toys. They looked around at all the possible forms of toys including the different makes of the Barbie... time I guess had to play the game. It went on to make it a little more challenging. They liked the Barbie who was looking at me. Perhaps the Barbie didn’t like it.

The stare was strong to ignore the forces I guess. The Barbie bore everything, ignored as they scaled, touched, picked and valued it as an object. The Barbie never told him about what was happening to her for the guy outside would probably become more engaged in regretting about the pain she took. She wanted his care I guess and not the glance of despair. So much care. He understood her for they spoke with unspoken silence. He felt the pain yet the expression of the feeling was shadowed by the everlasting stare. Love I guess is what they have in the dictionary to express such a feeling yet for some of us it’s so farce. May be because we don’t have the guts or the drive to experience it. I don’t know and can’t really say about that. For some its a feeling that is created and it ends with its own timeline... whatever... they call it “out of sight out of mind” ... i wonder

I was looking at both of them standing far away. Time was running out and I had to leave home for there was someone waiting... the fishes in my tank i guess :) ... i left. What happened to them? Did the buyers buy the Barbie and take her away? Did the guy leave his corn and broke into the window pane to free her? Did she resist all forces to come along with? ...

Well i wish i had an answer for this... yet what is more interesting for me is what they think of. Before i left i did speak to the guy with corn and asked him about the drive... his mind and heart. I wished i had a chance to speak to the Barbie as well for after hearing what this guy said ... i kind of want to go back and listen to all she has to say...

Guy with corn - "What would you do when one night, the one whom you have liked so much for long confesses about the liking the other person has for you and that its identical? Cry? Scream? Ask yourself what next? Probably scream your heart out at the top of your voice in the roof of one of those tallest buildings... getting back to normal. Stand for a while facing the deep ridges, open arms, contemplating about the times to come, being afraid of losing it, dreaming of being together ... and smiling within, for the invisible force emerging from the sheer pursuit to reach the other being is rising .... the natures working. What would become of us?

Ahh... no more questions ... silence it is. Probably now it makes sense to watch at what would become of us.... perhaps a beautiful story like nothing ever before, in pursuit of you. The Pursuit, which will probably take over this life leading to a world not of theories but of facts that are lived. A world of union. A world beyond time. A world beyond the comprehension of those who by their will never want to comprehend. The third world! The way someone says kisi ko ho na hume to aitbar ... zinda hai hum hi se naam pyar ka ..."

I keep moving places, meeting people. Exploring life. The way you all do every day. Questions come into mind as to what should happen and what is happening. Answers aren’t there. For some I have stopped asking. For the rest I guess I would pursue... As of speech, I guess with time silence shadows speech for the speech around makes little sense.