Sunday, January 17, 2010

My Love/hate relationship with water

P.S: The post is totally symbolic, you might find it difficult to understand if you can’t relate to the symbolism, although it does make sense when taken literally too. I would be glad if people who it is written for can understand it.

I thought I hated water to my core, until one day when it touched me. Water in all its forms leaves an impression on me, gives me something to think about, sometimes I like it, at some other times I don't. Ironically I hate the touch of water but the three most important people in my life are water.

To start with, I hate water, because it makes me look up my brain and use it. I hate when it slowly starts soaking me. I am a Capricorn what else can I do, I hate changing my state, but once I am completely drenched. I start loving it, I like it when it tunnels down from the temple to the feet, making me fall in love with it, the way it is all over me, engulfs me in my each and every thought, water and water everywhere so much so that after one point the earth becomes the water.

The first time water touched me, I made every effort to escape. The first drop which fell on my forehead pinched me and went right inside and touched my heart. I don't know whether it felt good or bad, but it was different, mesmerizing in a way. Like the children of Hamlin, I swerved and swinged to the pied piper, but soon my stubborn self woke up and refused to get soaked. Water tried hard, tried time and again and by the time it succeeded it had already given up. I was soaked but dry, and that is precisely what I don't like. It exhilarates you when it splashes you but it’s gone too soon. Give me persistence, I won't mind if it’s not too spectacular. As luck would have it, water touched me again, perhaps to teach me one more lesson. You know howsoever you may like water; you can't hold it, you have to just let it flow and come to you. You can hold it in your palm but the moment you try to close your fist, it’s gone, and so it left me soaked and dry again. I thought I knew water by this time but it showed me a completely different side, but one thing was common, it made me walk away, then brought me back to fall in love with it and then walked away.
Water water everywhere not a drop to drink.

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