is the Time wrong or
is the tragedy of Love right?
“After all this time?”
“Always.”
this is something i’ve always romanticised. in fact, who hasn’t?
isn’t this the dream of one and all? to have such a love? that one true love?
and, isn’t it even true for a majority of us who have loved?
seeing them, on the most ordinary of a day, years after that love in you was ignited, and finding yourself just THERE?
in love, very much, so very much in that moment?
feeling all the sparks and sparkles,
the whats and what ifs,
those i wishes of all your wishes with them,
just like that, in the most extraordinary way on an ordinary day, as you see their laugh filling up the space that you share with the rest of the world.
and, so you have this question - “Is the Time wrong or should Love always need a Tragedy to be right?”
the suddenness of such experiences which set a reminder of your always also brings me to another kind of suddenness. that of life.
yours, mine, my neighbour’s, a friend’s dad’s, a random person crossing me on the road, my parents, your loved ones, all of us, who’ve got a life. who are all breathing right now, without ever being fully conscious of what’s life, taking it for granted most of the times, all the times, often times, in the most humanely, ordinary way.
i’ve never thought i’d be caught up and that my time would be up. the thought has never crossed my mind when i drive to the speeds not permissible by my parents and loved ones that i could face a head-on-collision, something that’s not just limited to a Physics lesson anymore and might become a part of my physical reality.
the thought never crosses my mind that the train i am taking or the auto i am sitting into or the plane i’d be boarding in a few weeks from now, all of these, any of these might face some sort of tragedy. never crosses.
i never feel, at risk.
i am always living, always having some fucks to give and some feelings to feel.
and yet, there are moments that make you realise, these sudden moments that the greatest tragedies might not be of love, but of life. of not having a life, at all.
rather, of losing a life. just like that, to the suddenness of time, to the wrong time.
we take it all for granted, we take ourselves for granted, we take these people we love and those who love us back for granted, we take it all as if we’re always going to have one more day, every day, for the rest of our days here.
and we keep going on, making our plans, writing our to-dos the night before, buying a ticket to a concert, promising a meet to your beau, waiting for your favorite show to air, looking forward to seeing the World Cup Finale with your Papa, and what not.
and just as i write it out loud, i realise how it’s all a contradiction, this very act of living is a contradiction.
we’re all living, only to die, one day.
for those who believe in destinies, isn’t mine and yours the same after all?
it’s 1.09 AM on Mar 1, 2026. almost 50 days left to me leaving this room and this home and this city and this country and these people to a different and distant room and home and people and city and country. i am not able to pick up on the thoughts that i’m thinking right now, i’m not able to say hi to the feelings that are going on in this brain on my, i am hardly aware of what i am writing out loud here today.
i am tired, dizzy, sleepy, and yet want to be with someone who could keep me some company. not feeling lonely, hardly that. still need someone to keep me company, join me in my silence and almost-thoughtlessness. someone who will then give me a hug after some of this silence satisfies me and tell me that it’s all going to be alright, that we’ve all got this. all of us. and, although i know this so very much, i’d still like that someone to tell me these words that i know by heart so that i can believe in their belief.
- flaky sends the strength you keep even when your every nerve has given up, that solid, silent, and resilient of strengths.