Friday, September 24, 2010

Rain Messenger's Diary 15...Letter to Annie 4

Dear Annie,

Today, I spoke of love. Not anything or anyone in particular, it was like love, people and relationships in general…if at all they can be generalized. You know how I get sometimes. It was raining. Delhi has not seen so much rain for the last 30 years. It’s amazing how sometimes some irrelevant statistics get stuck in your head.

Anyway, without doing what I usually do, get lost in my own maze of words, let me tell you why I am writing to you. You know love reminded me of you. Don’t be worried I don’t love you anymore…sorry perhaps, that sounded more like a consolation made to myself than a statement to you….but still, it’s true. What I meant by love reminding me of you, was a fleeting thought that I had as to why I loved you or why I would love anyone for that matter. You know, it was not because you understood me or because you actually managed to like me in spite of my idiosyncrasies. It was not because of all those walks in the rains or the hurried, awkward kisses in the stairways, empty lifts or when we are lucky in empty movie-halls and during windfalls in empty rooms. It was perhaps because of the way you looked when you woke up from sleep or perhaps just before you woke up. It might also be because of the way in which you could crave for the smallest of things at the oddest of hours. Remember you once made me run around half the city for like hours early in the morning just because you wanted candy floss and just had to have it…it makes me smile now, to think of it. Or, perhaps the numerous other odd things that used to make us unique…like the way I always had to give you the same chocolate every day I met you.

It made me believe somehow we don’t love the people we love for all those things that we think matter but we love them more for those small little things that we never think will matter or even for things that perhaps irritate us a bit. I once heard someone say, “no, my love was not perfect but in the end, it was all those small imperfections that made her perfect for me.” I don’t think I understood it then, the way I understand it now. It’s still raining you know.

The sky has turned dark and the world seems different, as things seem to have slowed down, even the wet dog in the street seems least bothered and is happily getting wet, lost, even if for a moment, in the infinite beauty of our finite lives. However, these moments are increasingly becoming hard to find. Is it because the world is changing or is it because I am? As usual, I think I have puzzled you to the extent that you are thinking why I keep writing these letters to you…now after all these years, when, perhaps, you are happy, you have moved on, married, had kids…who knows…you must be wondering. Don’t worry as usual, I don’t expect a reply nor do I hope it will reach you. It will be posted like the others…to the wind or perhaps, this time to the sea and it will reach you, when it reaches you. These letters are written more to me than you…ah, that makes you smile….ya, you are right I remain as selfish as ever. These letters are perhaps an acknowledgement made to myself, that something inside me is still alive…something which is untouched from my forgotten past…it’s so ancient that even I don’t know what it is. I know you don’t mind me being alive, so I am hazarding a guess that you won’t really mind the letters and maybe, just maybe, these letters make you smile or be exasperated or just simply make you feel enough to look forward to them as something that breaks the clutter of your everyday existence.

I still enjoy the little things of life…a coffee and a cigarette, while it is raining is still my idea of a perfect evening. I hope I can love again for the same reason…the little unimportant things…the oddities that will make us unique, for if I find a real reason for being in love with a person then it is not love, is it? You see, with you I never had a reason, I just had you and perhaps, that is why these letters still find their way to you. I hope this letter finds you well and happy wherever you are in your new life.

With all my love,
Rain Messenger

5 comments:

Apeksha said...

"It’s amazing how sometimes some irrelevant statistics get stuck in your head." Your words carry a perfume of experience and a taste of imagination...i think the power your words carry has overtaken the power of actual emotions....you can blow life into anything you like...and when it comes to love...there is no one better to express it...than you...love your work..keep writing

Anonymous said...

This is the first blog i read... and it makes me reluctant to read on... just coz it was written in such a way... the emotions are so powerful.. they hit u at just the right spot... i could actually relate to it... and that scared me.. good work... carry on.. and good luck

rainsongstress said...

you re such a kindred spirit brother. its beautiful as always. you should write such letters more often maybe but i do know it does not happen at all times...
we are all waiting for our lives to change, in some way or the other. we are all trying to believe and hold on to ourselves. one day, yours will change too and love is waiting for you. she s coming as fast as she can. just hang in there in strength just the way you are right now. much much love. big hugg...

misterio said...

it is optimistic yet nostalgic..the simplicity strikes a chord :)

Panchali said...

The whole piece paints a picture, tells a story...a story that somehow is very familiar...maybe for almost everyone, it is for me at least. Amazing, how such emotional familiarity, can be captured with so much lucidity, in words. Its difficult to capture emotion...more difficult to make it communicative. But here is something, tremendously full of life. Bravo!