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“In a sense, no,” she replied. “Perhaps, you have heard about the spiritual cycle. I belong to that.”
I had heard something about that somewhere, but I couldn’t remember where. Maybe, I just knew it. Maybe, it had been in my unconscious the day I was born.
“I think so,” I said.
“It’s a higher stage of a life; the next step in the evolution of your mind and soul. When you enter it, you can feel that you have become something better than you were before; you no longer remain a ‘slave,’” She explained.
“Well, if all the people in the world were to become ‘saints’ like you people, wouldn’t it just disrupt the whole system,” I questioned.
“Yes, it would be a disaster if they could; but they can’t. Not everyone can enter this cycle. Only few people have the strength and the potential. Ordinary people can’t enter, nor do we want them to. Its better for all of us that they remain what they are.” “Can I be a part of it?”
“As far as I know, no, you can’t. You are too much attached with this world but you are special in a way because you have been chosen for a responsibility; it’s a rare gift for ordinary men.”
“Chosen by whom? And what responsibility?”
“It’s better that you do not know. It was hard for me to believe at first but some secrets should remain secrets. It would do nothing but harm if they are revealed.”
I decided to utilize this opportunity to ask some questions. “There are so many questions for which I have no answers and the foremost amongst them is: what is our purpose in this life? A million people die everyday and a million are born, but why? What are they meant to do?”
“You ask of purpose, eh? What purpose did God have for creating us? We cannot learn about God’s intention. As far as the purpose of this life is concerned, I can only tell you what I have inferred from my experience. You have heard of ‘natural selection’, haven’t you? It is the process by which nature selects those species who are fit enough to enter the next stage of evolution. Similarly, this life is a test; a test to chose those people who are worthy enough to enter the next life.”
She became silent and I pondered over her words. Suddenly she said, “I have to go now.”
She took off a ring from her finger and gave it to me. “Here, take this.” And then she stood up.
“But…but I don’t need this.”
“Who said it is for you?” she replied.
“Will we ever meet again?” I asked after a perplexed pause.
“We meet to part and part to meet again,” she smiled. “Maybe, in another time, in another world.”
Then she walked off into the rain and became out of sight. I looked at the ring and slipped it into my pocket. After sometime the rain stopped and my motorcycle started working again. In a little more than an hour, I reached my destination.
I kept that ring with me for years. It gave me a strange feeling, a feeling that there were things which I didn’t understand, which I was never meant to understand. Fifteen years later, I was walking in a market with the ring in my pocket. After a while I checked my pockets and found that the ring was gone. I searched the whole market thinking that it might have fallen somewhere but in vain. That night I found a written note under my pillow.
“You did your job well. The ring reached where it was supposed to be.”
After that, I had the best sleep of my whole life.
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Awais Aftab
Writing has been a passion, a love ever since I learned to write. For me, writing is a means of expression of 'secret tears and secret pleasures'. True writing comes from the heart and often it is the one to find you, not you the one to find it. Writing gives me power, the strength to carry on, the will to live and to live in a better way. It helps me find deeper meaning in the world around me and to understand myself much better. I can't survive without writing. For me, my writings are the whispers of life, in which the glory and sorrow of life echoes. For me, these are the glittering tears, whose every flash encompasses a thousand aspects of life. I believe that, 'I write; therefore I am.' However, true ease in writing comes from art, and I still have to learn a lot about that.
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