revelation

The raindrops running down the windows of the French hall were tapping a mad dance... a rhythm that in itself was pure art form, an art so longed for by the young sitting in the light. Her book aside was left open to some lines of splendid beauty, lines whose meaning and innuendoes triggered in her the very memories of what once meant passion of heart.

She rembered her love, the one and only love she decided to put aside, to lock away from all human mind and witty spirit. She knew bravery, or strong will had nothing to do with her reclusion... It was just a state of spirit, a role she had to be playing for a while... self imposed or not, her lonely and so reluctantly understood mood, gave birth to deeper feelings and thoughts she could have ever imagined. It was as if suddenly a black veil had been lifted from upon her eyes. Reality seemed crystal clear now- people were depossessed of their masks, their soul was like a naked skeleton revealing everything to her sharp sense of knowledge and observation. The world in itself was there just to reveal more aspects like a rose would open and reveal its every single petals to the delighted eye, in the light and warmth of the July morning sun.

Looking back over the last year, she finally found the meaning of love- love is not happiness as they all use to say, love is suffering, and through suffering love is healing and knowledge. Love was meant for her, or any other sensible person just to bring deeper understanding of the world, wisdom and patience... once you suffered the tourments of love, you end up seeing the import of reason. Heart is there to tease and torment the weak mind, to make it stronger, sharper and much more analythical.