Greener grass...

Remember the real-life love stories narated by your grandmom? Back in those days they talked about one love, true love. They could never believed that anyone could love more than one person in ones lifetime, no not only one lifetime but seven. Why only seven I have no clue. But that is how it was back in the good old days, when life was simpler and so were the people. Most of the stories were either they fell in love with this guy next door and got married or they got married and then fell in love with their husband. Thats was how it was back then. Love and husband were practically the same word.

Nowadays when you have atleast two to three different people you had relation with, cared for and loved with all your life at some point in time, whom do we call the love of our life? Is it by default the one with stays with you forever? So is true love defined by the duration of the stay? Don't we unconciously try to compare our past with our present?

Wonder if the reason for all the complications, mess and frustrations of our day to day life has something to do with the fact that we've seen and researched too much on life. It seems that the more we get out in the world, the more independent we become and the more we start living for ourselves.... by ourselves, we seem to forget totally that compromise, adjustment and sacrifice can bring happiness too. We seem to have become so well versed with OUR wants and not that of the OTHER that in the process we've lost our peace of mind.

I guess our grandads had their own good reasons for not letting their wife out to work as NOW we have two complicated and frustrated souls TRYING to live happily together and balance their life instead of back then when ONE frustrated soul was HELPED by the other perfectly happy one in balancing his life. And then they say we've made our life much easy through development! But then is'nt grass always greener on the other side?

The Room...The chair.....

Filled with anticipation, she opened the door of the room. Her pre-conceived notion was that it’s going to be empty. The usual people who are always there might still be there, but in the corner of the room there would be an empty chair just for her! As she opened the door of the room this beautiful chair caught her sight. She loved it the instant she saw it. And fortunately for her it was empty too, just like she had thought. Slowly and steadily she approached the chair, her mind were full of thoughts. How would it feel to sit on it? Will it adjust to her idiosyncrasies? Would she get used to its shape? With all such thoughts she walked towards the chair. As she got nearer, she felt her favorite chair was occupied. It had been used earlier, she knew it, but the previous owner had left it long time back. Was she wrong then? Had the previous owner come back again and she never knew about it? Or was it just a figment of her imagination, her insecurities, playing the trick on her? Showing her things which did not exists. 'The chair IS empty' thought she, though it had been previously occupied. The quicker she believes that the better for her!