Feeling out
of sorts, I perused my son’s video files on the netbook. There is only one
movie title I was somehow familiar with. So I settled in to watch.
Serendipity.
Fate.
Destiny.
Soulmates.
Pipe Dream.
Two complete
strangers who met by chance and spent a few hours in a single night.
How did they
become so attached to each other? How did those few hours mean so much to the
both of them? Attraction? Spark? Good conversation? A meeting of minds - of souls?
They had
their separate romantic relationships which progressed to marriage proposals. But
they still thought of each other. The guy even backed out of his own wedding on
the day itself despite of the fact that his last-minute search for the girl
proved futile.
Why?
How?
They say
life is stranger than fiction. But for me, this is one of those which prove
that wrong. The premise was signs. What
if one cannot interpret signs? The precise question should actually be, what if
those purported signs are not signs at all?
The movie
ended with them together celebrating an anniversary. Did they live happily-ever-after?
How many years did they actually spend together after that last scene, if they
did not have the fairy-tale ending? If they did not stay together forever-and-ever-amen,
then what was the point of the whole concept?
A few days
ago, I again came across Richard Bach’s quote.
“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.”
I have never
fully subscribed to the idea of soulmates. If one does find such, then am
ecstatic for them. They are truly lucky and or blessed. But it wouldn’t mean I
would believe in the concept. My mind says that this is too perfect to be true.
My heart, of course, goes fluttery and yearns for one such perfectly glorious
relationship.
A pipe dream.
