Three
weeks ago, one of my doe
hunt from the treadmill enquired about my ex’s and if I were in touch with
them and how I managed to move on without any trace of bitterness or longing. I
could sense a lot of pain when he asked me that question, but I didn’t have
much wisdom to share then, despite truth being that no one plans to fall in
love or fall out of love and every relationship naturally blooms and withers,
and one gets into the relationship ahead of the other and one leaves earlier
than the other. I had no clue that Easter will spring in surprises to some and
liberation and clarity to few.
Easter
is all about resurrection, forgiveness, moving on and making a new beginning.
To some the new beginnings don’t have to wait for Easter, but to some it takes
many Easters to finally get to the Palm Sunday. Today is Monday after Palm
Sunday, and I had no plan to stay home or I had no clue about the messenger, a
message and an envelope was going arrive that afternoon, but for some reason I
decide to work from home.
What
do messengers and envelopes bring? Do they deliver caution or hope? Krishna
played the role of a messenger brokering peace between the warring brothers in
Mahabaratha and Hanuman in Ramayana played the role of a messenger carrying
symbol of love between the celestial couple and delivering the message of hope
to crestfallen Sita and also cautioning Ravana about the arrival of Rama and
his army.
It
was 3.30 in the afternoon; the door bell rang and as always mom opened the
door. For some reason I didn’t hear the door bell. This was the same guy who
came into the operation theatre and signed off on the papers and also spent 6.5
hours comforting my family. And today, despite my brother and mother inviting
him into the house, he adamantly stood outside and handed over a pregnant
envelope to my mother. My mother puzzled at his postman behavior, refrained to
accept the package and quickly decided to come and get me. Her walk into the
room had a sense of urgency and her voice confirmed it. And she asked me to get
to the door immediately. I was a bit surprised by the unannounced visitor and
when I got to the door he handed out the big envelope with an indescribable
look on his face. He handed over the envelope and despite me asking him to come
in, he descended the stairs.
So,
what did the messenger pack into the envelope? He packed all his sorrows,
burdens and bitterness (to be read as money for all the gifts that I bought him
during our relationship) and traveled 350kms to hand over and move on in life. It
sounded ridiculous for an ex to pay for all the gifts given out of love, but if
that was going to give him much needed peace and help him move on in life, I
wouldn’t mind doing him that favor as a token on love and friendship. Well I never
knew that there was a fine print that read “Money back guaranteed” when
relationship curdled.
And
before I could open the envelope to examine the contents, I received a message
from my other ex from London. And this one apologized for the long and abrupt
silence and how his partner appreciates me and went on to enquire about me and
my parents.
Today
two men walked back into my life, 30 mins apart, to resolve their unresolved,
tallying accounts and gaining their much needed freedom, while I was on my next
journey. For a minute I was so happy that I had only two exs’!
Everyone
opens envelopes in life, while some bring happiness and redeem them of their
guilt, there are others create a puzzle and confusion. And there are some
envelopes you want to tear into right away, but then are others that you never
want to open. But still everyone needs to be enveloped in love, happiness and
redeem their sense of guilt and baggage. So, let us not stop loving people and
be afraid of envelopes being delivered at our homes.
May
be I should call the doe hunt from the treadmill and ask him to put abundance
faith, forgiveness and friendship before he puts together the envelope for the
final trip. And should also tell him that falling in love and falling out of it
is both a pilgrimage? It teaches many things about you while you are in it and the
journey makes you understand the other person, but the key is not to carry
crosses on our back as we exit and be prepared for the next pilgrimage.
Today,
I learnt that only sad endings need happy and new beginnings and there is no
better day than the week of Easter!
