Reality stares you in the face, when you least expect it.
An afternoon siesta, which is a luxury for only a few in
urban India today, lead, Nandita, to wake with a dream she least expected to
have. In her dream, she found herself in a different state of being, surrounded
by nothing except a feeling of oneness with herself. She had around her, her
mother, father, brothers and sisters, her partner of many long years and yet
she knew that they had no meaning to her life. It was strangely liberating! Waking
up, in a state of deep solitude and aloneness, she recollected her dream and
instantly was bound once again to all her relations, with a sense of
bewilderment as to why this dream appeared at all.
Recently, I fell ill with very high fever and was bed-ridden for two days
burning in hell. As part of my self-healing body process, for the last three
years I have not been to a Doctor for Cold and cough, fever and runny stomach,
because, I firmly believe that these are the body’s own reaction to throwing
out toxins from inside and in reality, they are good for the overall cleansing.
So I depend on Crocin for fever, steam inhalation for cold and lots of water
and mattha ( curd with a lot of water) for runny stomach. It has worked wonders
for me. Given time and rest, I revive, fresh as the early morning flower in
bloom.
But the small family which is mine gathered around me
panicking. My partner called friends I
am deeply attached to who in turn called me and pleaded I must see the family
doctor right away. I promised but of course did not. My sister called from Kolkata
and flew into a rage – how dare I be so cheeky to not listen to anyone?! Soon
my elderly aunt followed with call from Kolkata, to say the same, only she
tried to cajole me to see the doctor.
Of course I stood my ground and did not go! Next day, I was
fine. The Crocin had done its work but I was washed out. I lay limp in bed for
another day, then stood up on my feet and did what I love to do – went to work!
My sister called my partner and said – “We are so far from her; I am so happy,
you are there for her.”
Rubbish! Finally, we are all alone. There were many years
I lived alone in Mumbai, absolutely alone. In one such time, I developed
malaria and was “flying high” in the air with such high fever that when I stood
up, I could not feel the ground. My neighbor, who had the keys to my flat, having
not seen me over the weekend, turned the key to my flat to find, I was burning
with fever. Along with her husband, she carried me literally to a Doctor and
had my blood tested. I had malaria. For the next three days, they both took
care of me, feeding me, bathing me, etc. They were the angels who helped me up
again.
As such, like Nandita’s dream, one is actually alone, all
the time. The connections we make in life, come and go. What we think permanent
is constantly changing. What we do not expect shows up in moments when we do
need them. Thus, the reality is permanent that nothing and nobody in our lives
are there forever. Yet, we would find it hard to live, if we knew and accepted
that we are, actually all alone.
There is a story, which is the last one in my collection
of short stories called One. The book is called Until death do us part. The
dilemma of being single, alone as it were in a society where we are never
alone, so to say, is the theme of the story. Yet, even in a crowd we are alone;
by ourselves, too, we are alone. But, when we think about it, it is difficult
to put ourselves in such an isolated space. It challenges our thoughts and
shakes our very being.
It only takes a shift in our thought process that makes a
reality, more acceptable. I wonder what you think is the “sense of aloneness”
from your perspective, from where you are in your life’s journey?
Until
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