Many a time we find ourselves in
words written. We can connect to what we read and place ourselves somewhere in
between the story line, as probably one of its so many intricate characters. We
feel like we breathe, eat, laugh, cry, make friends, hate and love just like
one of them. It’s like the character is a mirror image of us. We can
immediately relate to her/him. At times we find ourselves better in words not
written. We instantly relate to the unwritten feelings, characters, incidents
and events not explicitly expressed by the writer. The explicit becomes a
mystery more to the self. The more you see a character in the book or some
shade of that character, the more you begin to question. The answers to these
questions are not easily available to us. Most importantly the question itself
is not very clear to us. We fail to understand what we are actually searching
for. The implicit then gives solace to the spirit. The outward causes more
confusion, the hidden is where the key to all lies.
When we know little, doubts are
few. We are quite convinced that whatever we know is correct and all true. But
the real trouble starts brewing when we begin to know more and more. When our
limited information starts spreading its wings to soar to greater heights of
knowledge, doubts overshadow our thoughts. The various perspectives, opinions, advise
all begin to blur the facts when instead they should be coming to our succor. We
feel we were much happy and content when we listened only to ourselves. The moment
we decide to lend our ears to others, clouds of doubt begin to brood dark. Indecisiveness
crawls in and makes us wonder why?
We do get “Signs” from Super Natural that concludes to the
affirmative, but “Signals” from naturals bring contradictions and haziness. On one
side are the not-so- visible forces telling us that “This is it” but on the
other side the all-visible forces around us telling us that “There is much more
to it”. How does one decide, who does one trust? Where does one turn to? Should
one listen to the opinions surrounding us all loud and clear or the low, feeble
voice in the heart?
Which one is a better bet? The Saint who has a past or a
self proclaimed Sinner looking for future?
