Weird, how things turn out to be. You can never know where your life takes you. I’ve had my own fair share of Serendipities, in life. But one turned out to be the most unexpected.
I met someone, in the most formal setting ever. Well dressed gentle man he was. Good at what he used to do. My time was over in that setting and I never thought that I would see or interact with him again. Never knew he would become my serendipity. I got out of that job one fine day I get a snarky comment on one of my social media posts. That comment made me a little edgy, I wanted to reply to it with the same wit that he used. And that’s how it all began, a strange interaction into a strange partnership, I never saw coming. I never thought I would be carried away with someone after a decade. There was nothing new about him, nothing different. But yet something different. It was always good to talk to him, and the conversations with him were never boring. One thing led to another and it became my everyday habit. But as you know we don’t value that one cup of our everyday morning coffee or tea, unless one fine day we realize that it’s all over. That one day, when we need our daily dose of that single cup of coffee that might change everything, has run out.
The same thing happened with us, you know how a girl and a boy meet, spend some quality time together, and then when things started falling apart, one of them falls apart with them? The point is not to drool about how it all ended and how I grieved about it. For grieving I’ve kept my personal journal. I’m here to describe the beauty of meeting him. Meeting him became my first and last serendipity of life. And I have no regrets about meeting him, getting to know him, or even losing him. Since, if I wouldn't lose him, I wouldn’t be able to value this encounter in my life. Or even write about it.
The beauty of serendipity in love is, you meet someone in the most random way, and in a way when you are least looking for love. Strange that I’m writing ‘love’, as I didn’t realize it until we drifted apart. I wasn’t ready for love in my life when I met him, I wasn’t ready to open myself to anyone at that time. That’s why I feel it was all fate's beautiful serendipity that I lived, not for very long though but long enough to have that fulling impact on me.
Strange, how promises are meant to be kept, but always end up being broken. The best part of this serendipity was to get to know him, even if it was all a lie. It was the most beautiful and soulful lie ever spoken to me. I say lie since I’m not living that truth.
Many of the readers here might agree, that the best part of a relationship is getting to know someone. The glittery excitement of the initial conversation, where our mind is making interpretations of how the person is going to be but as you get to converse more with that person, you realize he/she is even better than what you pictured.
Love is not a guarantee, love is all about taking chances and risking it all. And I don’t think that you ever lose in love, it’s all about winning even if you don’t end up together with the one you loved. As, nothing is permanent in this life, nor sadness, not happiness, or hurt. But love, love can be permanent if you want it to be, that’s the beauty of it. You don’t even need the person with you to love… Love is about liberation. It liberates you and forms all bondages of any relationship. It’s the most beautiful relationship that you can have with anyone, doesn't necessarily need to be a person itself.
You’ll never know with whom or what you fall in love with. Love is the best serendipity of life. I’m glad that I got to have this experience with someone. Even if it wasn’t my reality, yet again it became the best fiction of my life. And he became the best serendipity of my life.
