Love. Something we all look for. Everyone wants it and they believe everyone deserves it. They try to find it in everything they see, everyone they meet and everywhere they go. Love. But has anyone tried to define it and understand it?. Few. A very few of them. And those few, have everything they need because they believe that they have everything they deserve.
People following folk custom believe that everything we have now is the consequence of our deeds of past life and our adjacent actions will determine our next life. And the people believing science majorly don’t believe in either past or future life and that’s where we are stuck, unable to decide.
I believe people must understand themselves before trying to understand others. And that’s the same for love too. And that’s where the story of our main lead starts. The man, who tries to find love but never succeeds. This book intends to summarize his life the way he sees compared to the way I see it. And the ‘I’ can be me, you, and any random person over there.
Samar, an Indian, born in a high-class family, had rich parents with a three years older brother who never stopped annoying him. Father often supported his brother while his mom backed him up. There was a lack of mutual understanding between people. Everything in life was a routine in childhood. Wake up by the shrill voice of mom. Get fresh and dress up, go to school, come back home, eat, sleep and repeat. His parents owned a vast house at the center of the city and his father was a businessman. He got things he wished, even before he asked for it. They were rich enough and never missed being atheists. He was, on the whole, happy about everything he had.
The situation changed when he came to a boarding high school. He didn’t get the attention he used to get in the house back then. And as he was a little too fair for being an Indian, he was often teased for it. He started to seek attention and care from people around but boarding school was not the place for it.
Later on, he completed his higher studies successfully, fulling his dream of becoming an HR aspirant. He got a job immediately because of his determination and hard work.
Soon he was working in a high reputed MNC. Managing the clients overseas and gaining the reputation. Days were good but nights weren’t. His nights were filled with similar types of dreams. Either he was falling off from the building or drowning in a deep sea. But his nights were too short for the longer dreams as he was always busy working.
He searched for true love in a woman and after some years he ended up marrying to pretty women whom he had met only several times in a cafe. It was an arranged marriage. Everything was going well. He had two kids whom he showered with all the things they wanted as his parents.
Skipping many years ahead, he was retired, leaving with his wife in a village town. His children were abroad studying. And soon after some years, he died.
Now, anyone reading it may conclude that the lead man is dead and there is no story anymore. But the real concept of the story begins after his death. Because death is not the greatest loss, but the greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
The above one can be anyone’s life story but the unobserved minor things only happen with one in hundreds and those, can both be pricelessly precious or unwantedly horror. And that can depend on the person himself, by the way he becomes responsible for his deeds and can also depend on people around him, on the way they react to his deeds.
First thing, they were never a feeling of oneness and family. Secondly, they provided him with all the THINGS he wanted but never asked him what he actually wanted because the real thing he wanted as a kid was their time.
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