The Two Faced Man

Still remember the day when the whole world seemed to be falling apart, it was the worst day of my life. I was in another city, away from family, away from friends, away from anything my mind could find solace in, and before I could contemplate my ways out of the situation, a sudden force thrust me back into the deep pit I had fallen into. It seemed like the day would never end and all agonies of the world were thrown up at me all at once. There are situations in life, when you just know that you wouldn’t be able to handle things on your own, when you need someone, if not to give you a solution, then just to be with you so you realise it’s the same world that made you happy, that is the only source of your strength, that is familiar to you or had been few days ago, and that small ways solve big problems and if nothing works out it’s time that heals the gravest of wounds.

Yes, I felt like killing myself, but my heart resisted, for there was one waiting – for there was a hope of solace that could resurrect me back to how strong I was. And my heart never gave up on him. Some bonds strengthen due to abundance of time and some bonds strengthen due to scarcity of it. The latter ones are the special ones because they leave an impact that not many understand, perhaps just the people who are faced with it. You know it will end at some point of time, and that is where it continues, in its own unique direction, to make you realise that wherever life takes you, this memory – that is engraved in time, no amount of lie, ignorance, pain or agony can take it away from you because you have lived the moment this memory was made – this memory will ensure that you don't fade away, it will ensure that you live to the fullest because you have experienced what time does.

You are never good or bad if you are good or bad in someone else’s eyes. It’s queer how a person who was so important to you, becomes a stranger all of a sudden – but sudden is relative – because its time that builds emotions and behaviour with bounderies so obscure that sudden is no where to be seen. So a person is two kinds – one who was/ is with you, in his air that actually belongs to both of you, familiarity that makes life easy and happy and the world looks alright – and second is the stranger that he was before you met him, the only strangeness being becoming strangers after getting acquainted because of the added memories that never leave you. You’ll abhor an estranged bond the same way you abhor a stranger because it takes an unknown, unforseeable route but stronger memories will make you respect this stranger for the sake of time and the good world. That’s the two faced man.