I often have dreams where I lose things. I could actually call those nightmares, because I see myself getting frantic trying to find those lost articles. Rarely do I see what exactly it is that I have lost, for my eyesight fails me, and rarely do I ever find those things. I wake up distraught for having dreamt something so unpleasant and keep pouring over every detail of the dream I can remember in a bid to comprehend its meaning. I guess this is what happens when we attach too many emotions to things and people, because when we realise they aren’t with us anymore, we hit rock bottom. I use ‘we’ here on behalf of all the sentimental fools who keep me company and who go through such distress on losing stuff in life.
I have lost quite a many things till date, in spite of being very particular about safe-guarding them with my life, and it is missing those things that gives me such bad dreams. ‘Things‘ here, though grammatically incorrect, mean people. People, who were an integral part of my life, who walked some distance with me on this journey, making for a wonderful company, but alas, are with me no more. Things – like the material things – well, I seldom lose those, as I am obsessive compulsive about keeping things in their rightful places, come what may!
Those who are no more alongside me were so precious to me, they may not even know! People, who walked away, parted ways for reasons unknown to me or to them; who were snatched away by time and by life, people, whom I miss so very much. I always wonder why is it that we lose our people – to life. Agreed, that nothing stays as it is for long, that change is the only constant in this world. People come and go, some of them stay, others leave and new ones join us on the way. But, why do they have to leave? It’s a question I find hard to answer; a fact I find difficult to accept and live with.
I may have lost things along the way which I do not miss today, but, people – now those I miss tremendously. So, what do I do? I hold on to the ones that are left. Hold on to them as I would hold on to dear life should I end up in some terrible life or death situation. Sounds miserable, but isn’t it a fact that it’s people who increase the happiness quotient of our lives? Isn’t it people who by their sheer presence make our lives liveable, our burdens bearable?
There are friends of mine out there, the people I spoke about, who might (hopefully) read this post. I would have them know that they are being missed – missed terribly! Not a day goes by when I don’t wonder about their whereabouts. Not a day goes by when I don’t pray for their return. But, accept it I must that not all prayers get answered; accept it I must that life goes on, and I have to move on. And, move on I will, but with a prayer sent out for all those who were once mine, a prayer for their well-being and happiness. May they spread happiness and cheer wherever they go; may they enrich the lives of whoever they travel with on this short journey of ours, called ‘life’.