Leave me Alone, only to Discover Yourself

     Come the weekend and I become paranoid over socialising. On one such mediocre, totally middle-class Sunday morning, I am woken up by sounds of a broken down truck trying to make incessent efforts to revive. Hurriedly, sleepy eyed I look out of the window only to find the truck sleeping next to me!!😈😈

        The vocal chords are making genuine efforts to match up with the flute played by the nostrils. The wide open mouth adds zing to the opera been played here. I marvel at body's physiology how the snoring person is never disturbed by his own musical extravaganza. Deeper the level of sleep, higher is the note sung. Higher the note sung, darker go my dark circles. I can no longer tolerate this apathy. The truck just rolls over to start another symphony of Beenthoven. Wondering if snoring can be considered as a valid reason for filing a case of harassment against Mr. Wallet.

        

        The waters are rising. Can't tolerate Mr. Wallet sleeping so peacefully after having spoiled mine. I wake up Mr. Wallet with dire consequences of sailing his mobile phone in the rising waters. You must be wondering where the socialising disappeared??? Even I had forgotten about it untill I check my Insta posts. Mrs. Sharma has already left for Lonavala last night and now is soaking like a water buffalo in some private villa pool. Archimedes will have to revise his concept of upthrust on meeting Mrs. Sharma. Not that I have never been to Lonavala, its just that now Iam in an ordinary enclosure with a very ordinary man for company is causing pain in the pit of my stomach. Mr. Very Ordinary does not understand for the sake of my 200 odd followers on Intagram I need to socialise. Not that I crave for it, but for the glamour of social media I must do it!!😁😁

       So begin my efforts of pursuing him to a fancy restaurant for lunch. Followed by a relaxed evening at a musical concert. (P.S. not the morning one.) But Mr. Very Ordinary is in no mood to give in to my demands.

" My desires, my emotions are of no importance to you. I'm mere flesh and blood that works for this house. I have no mind and SAY of my own. Your dreams and ambitions have to be watered, catered and nutured everyday!!!"

With this my eyes start watering and mind starts wandering in search of new ways of an emotional blackmail. But as they say Old is Gold, I decide to stand by this traditional method of weeping and getting things done.

"My dreams and My ambitions are to be watered, catered and even nutured by me only. My plannings, my meetings and for that matter my goals are not to be achieved by you. Though not my flesh and blood, but definitely my perspiration goes into fulfiling my aspirations. Your desires and emotions matter utmost to me. But let's not make our dreams and desires a baggage to be carried by the other. If socialising is what you desire now, go out have fun. Do what you like, when you like but sometimes without involving me.

LEAVE ME ALONE, ONLY TO DISCOVER YOURSELF.

        Asteroids strike once in 5,00,000 years. And it seems one has just struck me. But I am not devasted by this collision rather happy to have found a new place to discover- The Inner Me. The Ikigai as the Japanese call it the true meaning or purpose of one's life. I need to find my own Ikigai and pursue it in solitude. Marriage doesn't mean eating up each other's space instead it means giving each other the desired space.

     He says She should leave the world behind to discover herself. So that the world interestingly listens to what She has to Say. He says to leave him with his dreams and ambitions alone, only to come back to celebrate the victory together. He wants to live and not struggle to live by being claustrophobic in a relationship. She now respects it and goes ahead to click her own selfie to be admired by her 200 Insta Followers.

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