She called him and said “Be always there”…and he did not understan why she said this. He lived at the surface of his emotion, but beneath the surface, surprisingly, he with acquiescence in its inquisitive mode permitted a thought to be there. But "why does he need to be there?", he asked himself.
The chaotic life in its own way stifles the tender heart and he knew that the denial is the only way to avoid unjust trampling of the heart later. She called him again and said “Be always there” He wondered again, "where does he have to be and why? What is it that she is referring to?"
Today she is coming and he is restless; he will be meeting her for the first time. He looked at his watch and there was still one more hour before her arrivel. Dozing off he heard a voice say, “Are you there.” “Are you there”
He was in dream and she was calling. He woke up and discovered no one around. His phone started to wring. She said, “I'll be there. I am coming”
As she arrives he realizes that is life walking towards him. She is smiling and caring. They shook hands, exchanged pleasantries smiled at each other and very soon they could feel the energy of creation.
She spoke, asking about him, telling about her, explaining things. While she was speaking he realizes that she was in no hurry and for first time, he understood that he too is not in hurry and was present and listening.
Why is it that moments comply with emotion in harmony? Why was there no undue anxiety to pick up the conversation so that it lead to chaos? Why is she was able to assimilate her tranquil emotions with so much ease?
She spoke. He listened. He looks at her and finds her. He traces her with his eyes and heart and explores her thoughts. He he mesmerized by her soul. She is a gift of life. An honest soul. he tears trickles down from his eyes. She is quite. She is crying too.
With moistened eyes they look at each other wondering why they are crying. He gets up, wipes his tears. He is composed. His eyes remain on her. He is spell bound. In the silence he understands the presence of sacred souls. He embraces the feeling. In a state of reverence he bows his head. “Be always there,” she says.