How come the hand that was sought after too much for its warmth could turn out so cold overnight? I tried to find an answer to this simple question that racked my brain last night.
Well, the problem is not mine, although it might sound like that. My only concern is the guy. Is he a fool? Or, he deliberately did it to end a relationship like that. What sort of endgame is it? Every good thing ends somewhere, even if a deep love relationship between two human minds ends in life or in death. I don’t believe in life after death. To me, the guy let it happen to enjoy pain in life itself.
But can one really enjoy pain? Is it not a bit of sadist attitude on his part? Could the situation be handled differently? Did the guy of our age, brought up with an open mind, really want to harm or insult the girl in question with his touch? It’s the same paradox, rather problem, which dogged another friend of mine who married after a couple of years’ courtship. Two years maybe a short period of time to know each other, but they were confident that they could pull it through in marriage. Only 10 months into it, the girl deserted him for better life, but not before accusing him of marital rape — a serious allegation in this country now when laws are twisted to give "advantage" to women, who have been tolerating domestic violence for ages. Touch is a problem, not untouchability.
"Are these the same hands that once touched your feet? Wasn’t it paying respect?" he says, barely audible to my ears in the din of the city of joy. I could figure out pain in his eyes, where she did not find love a year ago. What is love? Isn’t it taking care of a person in distress? Isn’t it supporting someone in crisis? What is it?
One thing I know that whatever it is, it cannot be in Alexander Pope’s words "thy hand, great anarch".
©Supratim Pal, 2009
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