Echoes of the Soul – II

Line by line you read my mind like a magic that I want to master

Line by line you read my mind like a magic that I want to master sometime in my life – yes just to read your mind

The reading of mind:

We are growing envious of each other. Envying each other of the quality of this intuitiveness we have developed for us -: like a mobile app these days! In the mazes of our mind we walk – and the game here is finding the correct path in which we are master now- you are walking to find a way for me and I walk for you to show you the way. The network of souls guides us – the belief guides us and art of deduction of our thoughts shows us the path. You are the replica of my five senses and if I ever have the sixth one too- you are its replica again. What my senses do is what your senses act or react to. What I think is what you feel, what I am about to say to you so excitingly- is what you just tell me and I eschew it – but you make me say it again – knowing how pugnacious I am and the reason is only to spread my lips to make me smile. We both have stopped voicing the emotions of our mind- they come up impromptu – so strange. I turn rapacious for our soul chat. I want it more. This connection of soul is so rare and all these years I realized that I have been yearning for it.

I start prattling about me, my crushes, my loves, my painted nails, my clipped hairs, my new pink dress, my jingling hands and my painted palms- there is agility in your eyes because you are confused how to react over my puerility.  To my surprise, you don’t consider it to be puerile but  turn yourself feminine, like my Ama (mom) to understand it. You want to see me perfect in my favorite attire and you imagine it with the same excitement as of mine and you conclude to call me the most beautiful woman in the whole world. You don’t criticize me for being so “womanly” like other regard this kind of talk as “feminine”. You say this is the part of me – which you can never be and you appreciate it with your whole heart. And I turn masculine for you when you start talking about your masculine identity, its demanding nature and how it drags your whole attention to something that doesn’t make you happy. The masculine power you are supposed to have, the duties you need to perform, and the stresses you need to take. I understand your limitations that are just because of your masculinity. Thus, you are my feminine part and I am your masculine half.

Our resilience has brought us here again for another version of our soul chat…endured- we have enough – survive – yes we have so far. We shift from personal to more public to more worldly – we talk about arts, language, studies, media, politics (sometimes) , internet, life, people and our loved ones. We talk about everything- beyond femininity and masculinity – beyond the gendered limitations – nothing stops us let alone, ourselves. We hold these multiple identities for ourselves. With this tool we move back and forth to peek in our lives and we narrowly understand the depth of it – we don’t judge otherwise. I long for your stories and experiences to document its visual in my mind moving like a cinema or to have a feeling like reading a wonderful novel. We both have brooked in our own ways, in the different lives we lived. Shared it? – We could otherwise with no one let alone ourselves. This comfort zone is our most precious gift to each other. This could be the most treasured gift one could ever imagine. I have least experiences to share – you know that. And I understand that you never get tired of my maverick desires, the piled up dreams I have and some anomalies of mine that you laugh upon.

I want to treat you today – with the most delicious food and your favorite coffee – you tease me of my frugality but today I am acting profligate for you and you are satiric over my “act”. We both know – the spirituality we share with us is enough – I don’t have to act extravagant for your happiness- how lucky I feel to save another Thousand rupee note in the bank – 😉 and when I say this you smile. Happily, on the day to show utmost respect for you I decide to gift you. But before I show you the box you guess it right what is inside? I wanted to surprise you and you surprise me instead. This is not fair. I was supposed to surprise you. Do you read my mind? Did you know it earlier what I am about to gift you? How could you guess it right with such a confirmation that I bought the same thing for you what is inside the box? Yes, you read my mind. You read me; you read my soul that echoes with yours. You never cease surprising me sometimes with the reflection and echoes of the soul and sometime with the reading of the mind so true. Yes, you are the first one to read my mind so translucently, so fairly and so truly and I believe I am the same for you. This makes me part of your mind, your soul – your life . . .and you mine!

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One Response

  1. Dear Sweta
    Episode II is nice one ….. keep writing…… gudluck……

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