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How to lose: One event at a time

Now that I do not need a spotless suit…
Do I open my arms to the roaring clouds?

LOSE – In the end, all of life becomes a series of events where every person has lost something at every step. But, the present moment barely allows time to ponder about the things we’ve lost. Probably it is the lack of reflection that prompts us into perceiving loss as a life changing setback. As I write today, I take my time to hark back and notice what all goes by when we lose a prized possession….

Step One: You Grow out of Your Utopia

The essence of a settled and content life is setting up of boundaries. A secure person is the one who has set his boundaries and knows them well. So, a modern day utopia revolves around crossing a set road every day, passing the same order of things daily and hoping for the world to stay the same.

The loss of an element, interrupts the utopian order. And it is only then that the boundaries become a burden and the spirit awakens to a new adventure.

Step Two: You Realize the World’s Bigger

Unlike what anybody says, mathematics is the one subject where no body has ever failed. Had the counter protestations been any true, every person would have been struggling in his/her life. We conveniently add one thing to another and create a microcosmic world for ourselves.

One House + One Car + One (Large) Family + One Job = One Life

It is only when we lose any of our “one’s” that we stare in the eyes of the big, wide world which remained unexplored. From there on, all mathematics fails and boils down to one formula:

One World = One Life

Step Three: You Taste a Pinch of the Greater Good

In the bandwagon of life, one receives since another loses – How often do we remember this phrase during the course of our life, especially in the midst of our celebrations? We seldom do. It is only when the tables turn that we are able to find a consolation in the greater good which we have made possible by sharing an impending loss.

So, with regards to the question that ignited this piece – how do we tackle a loss? – my answer is only one:-

“We keep ourselves ready to shed some feathers and grow new ones”

The Trevelyan and his Tin Heart

Once upon a time, a good many years ago, a traveller set upon a journey and this magical journey was to seem very long when it began, and very short when he got half way through it.

He travelled along a rather dark path for some little time, without meaning anything, until at last he came to a beautiful child. SO, he said to the child, “What do you do here” And the child said, “I am always at play. Come Play with me!”……  #CreativePrompt


Tired from his lonely journey, the traveller decided to enjoy the little event of company which his dark path provided, perhaps to keep him motivated. But the attire of the child was rather peculiar. It was the first time in his days on the road that the traveller saw a garb made of sack and ropes. But it wasn’t just the clothes that made the little boy different.

“What do you think, mister? Would I eat and sleep tonight or would tonight be the day for playing ‘Pretend’?”, asked the soft voice in the sack. Awoken from the perturbed and judging thoughts the traveller sat down and replied, “I fail to see how the two are related. dear friend.”

“Oh! You are lost! That’s why you are here, aren’t you? said the boy with a contempt which was unexpected of his little self. He then started arranging his little “dimes” and “nickels” in rows, as if he was indifferent to the emotional turmoil he had prompted in the traveller’s mind.

In the farther corner of the road, he erected a little wooden box upon which he placed a tin can. After being satisfied with his arrangements he said, “Let’s compete. The one who knocks the tin can from this distance becomes the winner and the loser gets to say goodbye first.”

“I can never say goodbye” though the traveller and for a moment he recalled the night he left home to travel. For in that despicable night, he had let go of himself and all that life had given to him for the fear of being an invalid burden on the ones he loved. “So, I would win” decided the hassled traveller. And the two players started to aim at the tin can dime after nickel, but only to fail.

“Won’t your parents mind you talking to a stranger, dear friend?” asked the traveller as he tried a shot.

With a placid smile on his face the failing competitor replied, “I was born to the world not to my parents. And thus, with the world I live. Yet, I keep for myself a warm and cosy house”.

“I wish I had a house too. A place to call home. But I am nowhere – life has abandoned me” said the aching spirit of the traveller as he failed to deliver his next shot.

“Funny you should say that, because in front of your open eyes the picture stands so clear. Don’t you realise life isn’t an incident but an event that occurs for you? And the aim of that good life is that tin can, whose fall is the only indication of what was earlier possessed.”

Hearing this, the traveller dawned to the uselessness of his journey. In his final chance, with shaking hands, he shot the nickel to a victory which was proclaimed by the clatter of the tin can. “Oh! I won. I won, little friend” he said with a melting voice.

“Indeed, you won” replied the little audience with a smile that spoke more than words. “And yet, I wouldn’t have to say goodbye either. For you stay in my house…”

“I don’t understand!” said the puzzled traveller.

“For you share a memory with me, you now live with me in my house. So, no matter whether you are here with me or not, we shall always share the same roof – that of the house of my heart.”

And in that moment, the traveller only saw the light at the end of his dark path and wondered as to how his tiresome journey ended in a moment of reprise.

“I shall always play with you my dear friend. That I promise!”

Saying these words, the Trevelyan picked up his tin can and glanced at the little figure waving at him. What followed was a parting that was embellished with the feeling of pain and yet secured the warmth between the embracing hearts. With his head to the front and his heart trailing behind the traveller passed silently into a memory of the worldly child’s dream.

 

Thanks for reading! Do let me know how you like my reworked extension of the creative prompt. 🙂