Another Life

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‘There’s no tomorrow. There’s no ‘another life’. I want everything now. In this life’, his words snapped her out of her reverie. But she still did not speak.

They were sitting cooped up in his car, watching the world buzz past them in that same familiar frenzied hurry.
It had started to drizzle….

The pitter patter of raindrops on the car and the sound of the evening traffic made her head play her favorite rain song, like from a distant radio.

She started counting the tiny droplets of rain that were making patterns on the windshield. In between that fraction of moment when they fell and dissolved away, she willed them to fall in the patterns she wished to see them make.

But they did not.

Each little wilful drop fell exactly where it wanted to. Each one stayed whole for exactly as long as it felt like or splattered away like the paint flicked away carelessly from a painter’s brush.

 

‘I donot believe in a second life. Do you hear me?’, he spoke with the innocent adorable conviction and impatience of a seven year old used to getting yeses for his demands instantly.

It made her smile, like always.

She continued to stare at the windshield. The rain was getting stronger now, the raindrops bigger. She reached over and began tracing the drops on the glass as they continued making their patterns on the outside..

‘ You need to get out there, you know? ‘, she finally said.

‘What?’, he said impatiently, like he was pulled out of a deep meditative trance..!

‘ Those drops’, she turned away from the windshield and looked at his earnest face.

‘If you want to change the patterns those drops are making, you need to get out there into THAT world and get wet. You can’t be doing that sitting inside here’.

‘That’s like another life, isn’t it ?’

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Tangerine

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Have you ever looked at the number plate of the car in front of you and thought, “Will I ever meet this car again, here, in the exact same conditions as now?”
“Will I remember I was thinking about this car in this setting today, if I actually happen to see it in front of me again?
“Will I ever know the story inside that car?”
“Will it have changed between today and that day I see it again?”

May be life is as ephemeral as the car right in front of you on the highway.
The right thing to do is to feel how you feel now. And remember it.

So how warm does a sunset feel?
Warm enough…the way it blankets the familiar evening universe in it’s tangerine glow, making everything magical.

The dusty roads, the glare off the windows of those familiar wayside buildings, even the pesky homeward traffic…Yes, everything looks kind of an ethereal Tangerine.

Tangerine – Yes, I think that must be the colour of warmth.

Tangerine – Joel and Clementine’s colour !
Clementine: [Clementine has dyed her hair orange] You like? To match my sweatshirt, exactly.
Joel: Ahaaahhhhh! Ohhhhhh! I like it!
Clementine: You do?
Joel: You look like a tangerine!
Clementine: Hmmm, Clementine the tangerine.
Joel: Juicy… ‘n seedless.
Clementine: I like that.

(Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind : 2004)

Poignancy

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That poignancy at the remembrance of bygone days….a moment, a touch, a hug, a kiss, a look, shared laughter, confessions, promises, giggles, …

If only one would learn to live the present with as much love as one does a memory…..

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Note to self: My mindful meditation practice needs just THAT – more practice!!

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