My
mother has a strange opinion about relationships. She believes that the moment
you are born, there would be someone already created and present whose luck and
behaviour would complement yours. That person would, sooner or later, walk into
your life to give a holistic feel to your, otherwise, incomplete existence and
his manner and wishes would in some way fuel your ambitions and fulfil your
desires.
Of
the 27 years I have lived on Earth, I have not yet found and met none to make
me feel complete and secure. And the couples I see existing by my side, in the
neighbourhood I live in, have lent me no reason to believe that relationships
are necessary for survival or they can provide the necessary impetus one needs
to move ahead in life. Everywhere in the streets or offices, I witness married
men secretly ogling at their spinster colleagues with a look and discharge powerful
enough to destroy their worth and beauty. Strangely, I do not see my and female
(married) colleagues behaving in the same fashion. In fact they seem to have
accepted the fact that their fate is sealed and doomed and that they are in no
way socially superior to their single colleagues despite constant trials to
strike an intimate camaraderie with them.
If
this is how relationships mould the outlook of the women involved and turn them
into marionettes performing in a theatre, then my only wish is ‘God Save Me.’
Hope He has created none with behaviour and luck to complement mine.
I
am alone and happy for I have some goals to achieve and desires to fulfil before
my body is burned under the pyre and ashes flown into some river.
The
intention to bond with someone of the opposite gender does not fit the frame of
my mind for I seek peace in isolation and my heart beats for none other than
myself.
I
wish to be free of the shackles guised and veiled under the colourful nature of
relationships.
-Amen
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