The Quirky Six

If there are six degrees of connection and six people like us, then someone somewhere must be going through what we went through, isn't it?

 

And why the six angled hexagon connection? So that means if we find and put together the six people, in a sum up, they would have gone through the same set of situations, the same gains, the same losses, the same stuff.

 

So does that mean that when you read a contemporary live writer, or see a painting by an artist, or a poetry by a poet and if each and every word they write identifies with what you feel and have gone through, then they are part of your six circle.

 

I am dazed by the connections some people experience. Like the blind anklets in Del's family, like the unhappy happiness of a marital home, like the longing and thirst in Del's writing, sometimes the total contentment in being the way she is, the part identification with music, nature, songs, dance, love...

 

And then there is Abandon, where word to word of our love themes match, the thirst and the sense of unbelong, the feeling that none loves as us. As is said, the fascination, the charm, the beauty is in the concept itself. Is it? I wonder if true soul mates doesn't exist. I am sure they do, sometimes I am awed by the thread of beautiful love that exists between Morgan and Melisaa. I haven't heard from her for a long time, I certainly hope they aren't going through a messy divorce or anything. From what I have read and known, I think there exists a real classic contemporary case of real love.

 

As Abandon says, I don't think, the paramount of love is because there is always tragedy involved at the end of it...No, there must be some muthassan and muthassi like in Minnaminunginte nurungu vettam, who really stood for one another and slowly died together on the banks of Bharathapuzhya.

 

I am sure Love does exist in its fullness, in its depth and in its truthful honesty....somewhere...betwixt two normal humans...in all places....just they don't come in the limelight...

 

When there is tragedy involved, it is highlighted, as in Khalil Gibran's, as in many other unrequited, unfulfilled loves...that's all...

 

When it is realised, people are so content in its aura, they don't need mediums or even other people to patronise or accept them.

 

They are happy to be. Just to be...