It’s simply so astounding, the ferocity with which life jolts you back just when u think that you’re in the fifth gear. Life is so cruel in the fact that when you’re at the murkiest segment in your life you can see nobody around, when you are so badly entangled in the tentacles of life, you have no straw to hold on to. At that moment even the feeling that was making you feel so happy just a minute ago suddenly breaks your back. Just when it feels like everything is going according to your plan, you’re completing your TO DO list, things are falling into place like a jigsaw puzzle and suddenly you discover that one piece is of the jigsaw is missing. Now I don’t know why but this thought enters the other pieces of the jigsaw, that this is the opportunity to take control, to seize the moment, to get on top of the one trying 2 put things together, to break its neck, crush its limbs, disembowel it completely.
Now the pieces have a mind of their own, they start running in different directions and one is trying one’s ass out to catch hold of them, try n persuade them 2 b at the very spot that they belong to, till one goes out to find out the missing piece. But no, by the time one returns empty handed without the last piece, trying 2 console oneself at one’s defeat, trying to fake it to the world outside that HE’Z ALL RIGHT, one realizes that one’s got to start all over again.
Ever wondered what that elusive last piece of the jigsaw is? Its love, always love. Love, that’s like a tombstone that quietly says RIP, love, that’s like that perfect match for the deep void inside you through which life keeps seeping out through, ever so slowly in proportion but ever so rapidly in emotion. Love has this great virtue of manifesting itself into different forms, but essentially it does the same effect-soothe your nerves, make you feel like the happiest man on earth.
So what’s good for a person? To always be in this wild goose chase, this never ending quest to find out that elusive piece, so that one could keep getting that push to excel oneself every time or to find it once and for all and feel like quenching one’s thirst, satiating one’s hunger. Honestly I don’t know the answer n probably never would, but guess some people know, and when you know an essence that’s so profound, you’ll probably find it impossible to get it through the minds of creepy, crawling people like me, always trying 2 justify their actions, never intending to accept their mistakes.When I think about defining that last piece of the jigsaw, this is what comes to my mind. Imagine there is a room filled with different pieces of the jigsaw and there is a miniscule hole inside the room through which air is leaking out, and you’re feeling that heyyyy there is still a lot of it left, I would make it through very comfortably and just as you turn back, BANGGGG, it’s all gone, as if a vortex appeared out of nowhere and sucked the life out of it. Now you’re gasping for breath, waving your hands in all directions, trying to resist that crawling sensation in your skin, trying to counter that numbness in your heart, trying to nullify the blueness of your skin, trying to ease the pressure in your eyes. The room which was so choked up with the pieces a minute ago now holds just you and your soul now which are craving to discover their individual identities. And suddenly, out of nowhere comes a breath of fresh air, that elusive last piece of the jigsaw that pumps the life back into you, rejuvenates your senses. This breath of air is nothing but LOVE-The elusive last piece of the jigsaw that never holds on to you forever,so that you keep rediscovering yourself.
