LIFE - COLORES INFINITUM (46)
He was not able to read the Absence in him, an Absence the
paradigms of which were so familiar to him.
He loved to read and read regularly the writing of his
life experiences, their liveliness and the void of their silent moments.
But something was amiss this time.
Also, the want of the ‘Absence’ was shadowing all other
that was present.
Though, he still loved to read the life, he was not in
communion with his soul to read the Absence today, because he was not able to
personify his thoughts.
They were running together. They were not talking.
They were walking together. They were still not talking
but their steps were in unspoken unison.
They were trying to read each other. The silent space
between them was uniting their thoughts to converse, giving them the
opportunity.
Yet, he was not able to read the Absence in him this time.
He was not able to personify the Absence in him this time.
He was not able to experience this experience though he
knew he had to read it, to make sense of all other that was present.
There was no other way but to come back to it, to try
again, to talk to the silence of the Absence, to sit across its
personification, to read the life, to make sense of the passage to the time
again.
Life is about living it regularly.
Living is about reading the life consistently, in fusion
with its liveliness, in harmony with its silence.
A life’s identity is about existing in its fulsomeness. It
is about inhabiting its voids.
He was not able to make sense of everything else in the
life today. He was not able to talk to
the Absence in him today.
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/
