The confinement….II

          With passage of time the inaudible conversations grew louder as she lost the inhibitions and confronted the voices outside. To her surprise they soothened her in the strangest ways she could manage to think of. The conversations were nothing in particular. Anything about life death, sanity, insanity, spirituality, love hatred, tears, laughter, silence, egos, relationships, food, water air, light, science, metaphysical, astral, magical, seasons-with rains-binding  and relating more closely, forests, animals, universe sun moon, animate, inanimate, from mundane life patterns to myriad 
experiences. They argued and fought over their philosophies with none
ready to bend and at the same time sometimes mellowing down in to each other’s
will and wishes as if the egos never existed. They giggled and laughed like
small children renouncing their childhood memories. Sometimes like young love
lorn teenagers, shying away from confessions of love with pounding heartbeats.

            They allowed each other to visit those darkest alleys of their minds helping each
other clear the cobwebs of rotten memories. They roamed there together holding
hands protecting each other when encountered with fears and yet allowing each
other a space of their own. Those spaces dawned upon them the realization of
the distances between them. And those distances increased the longing, the
yearning further drawing them closer. They undressed their minds and dared each
other to follow. The stone walls seemed to rather become transparent as if replaced by glass, beginning  to melt slowly. They could see each other, feel each other. There was this feeling started to grow within, of these walls coming down and there will be a time when everything will be permitted. 

This bondage and the pleasant interlude of souls and
minds had not spared them from tasting the blissfulness of love ripening
between them and crossing the bridges of forbidden desires came as naturally as
breathing and beating of the hearts.  She never knew that love appeared suddenly but she was now open and ready to love. As for her, the visibility in that dark chamber had enhanced paralleling the one in her mind. She was not yet able to get the hang of this little beautiful miracle of love. It made her habitat appear more beautiful than ever. And more than that it made her happy to feel important to him.

Though they had not met or encountered each other in
a literal sense. But on their journey together they realized that Passion was a
strong binding force, stronger than the mind controlling techniques and the
rigid self discipline.  And the evolving patterns of passion astonished them and scared them at the same time. But despite the warnings they indulged. The stony walls were no hindrance to the mental sensory apparatus. There was this time when the red hot flames of passion engulfed and burnt the chambers with the ferocity of their love making
liberating them as none before. And yet there was a careful tenderness in
confronting each other When they knew they were prisoners of fate uncertain. There
were no explanations, no answers, just an emotional storm which engulfed them
as they clung to each other not letting go. And the confinement had filled them
with a strange sense of contentment.

‘’She wondered whether that man really existed or was
really an angel sent by god to teach her the secret lessons of life. In the end
she decide that he was a real man. Even if only for one moment, one day. He had
given her everything he had kept to himself in the whole life: his struggles,
his hopes, his joys and his dreams. And she had given herself wholly too- she
was his companion, his audience, his wife, his friend, his inspiration his
lover for those few moments. In a matter of few days of their togetherness she
had experienced a love of life time. It revealed to her that she was still
capable of loving and being loved. It taught her something that finding
something important in life does not mean that one has to give up all other
important things’’.(quoted from BRIDA)