In childhood, we learn "opposite words", and one of such pairs was day and night. At a point of space and time on earth we either experience day or night. They never are simultaneous. So it seems that day and night are different events. We are told winters have longer nights and summers have longer days. Yes, it is correct, what is wrong with it - Nothing. Now If we see the earth from a certain distance, we can see different lengths of day and night simultaneously for infinite points of location on earth. Day and night happen together, they are not two events but the result of a small single phenomenon of sun rays falling on the earth, covering different areas day and night. The point of observation shifts and the interpretation differs. What is correct? What we learn in childhood that day and night happen at different times or what we have seen just now that day and night are simultaneous. If we see things differently our "correct knowledge" can even become ...
A girl and a boy, in a conservative society, fell in love with each other. Perhaps, neither they could legitimise their relationship in that society nor they want to be visible to the society together in a relationship. The boy urged to meet the girl somewhere. They had not met for a long time by then. But the girl hesitated to come out of her home at that instant because what reason would she give to her parents to go out. With a lot of internal agitation and hesitation, she went out with the permission of her parents to go to the market. All they used to crave for all these days were few meetings without being noticed by the world. They met in a big public park that used to be crowded and so was it, on that day too.
It was the time to see off each other with no idea about "what next" of their relationship with already a sense of separation.
She said - " My favourite colour is white. It somehow represents my situation. Even the slightest mark can ruin it. It has to be fortified in clean surroundings, untouched. A little mark will express my actions. It stops me to fly and dive freely. What is your favourite colour? "
He said-" Black. Even the darkest scar is not visible. Yeah, I can go anywhere in this outside world, with no restrictions. But I can't show my choice by writing it using any colour on this black. I can't express myself except for this black colour. I can't express my helplessness."
She replied without blinking eyes and constant gaze at grass -" I need privacy to enjoy freedom, you need an expression for freedom. Heyy, "privacy" and "expression" both are needed for freedom, although they seem to be "opposite" to each other. Don't you think if the "opposites" are allowed to meet it will be wonderful."
Then she turned her face towards him and spoke with a spark in voice-" Do parallel lines meet? No, because the elementary definition says so. But they do meet at the horizon. we know."
Boggled with random words that were flowing out on their own, she knew that she wanted to fill her emptiness with such hollow ideas.
She asked-"Are dreams not the truth? But they exist closer to us than other things in the world. They exist as the truth exists." Her eyes had become teary by then.
He looked into her eyes and replied -"Yes dear, dreams are true. Dreams are true in the parallel world. But we are here dear"
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