An Attempt to Answer

Dear Beloved,

The freedom of right, I believe should never be sought. It should be obtained. Furthermore, fear should never curtail this window to knowledge. Many people fear to ask, and I request and pray this shall not be the case with you…

My Love, the questions you asked are grave issues. Since time immemorial, great people who are termed philosophers have tried to quench the thirst of human existence by interpreting life, its essence, illusions, dreams and so forth, and I wonder if I can answer your queries. However, I will speak my heart…share with you what I feel about these issues…

A line from one of the philosophers I read occurs to me. He had said something life; how can you prove your existence…what if a fly, millions of years ago was dreaming of your existence? The statement undoubtedly talks about an unacceptable possibility my Love. I believe that were this to be the case, nothing would be certain. I do not know if life is a dream or not Dear. However, I stick to the latter. Humans have excelled the filed of knowledge and evolution. The first step of earlier man has been imprinted on the humid soils of the endless earth! Lives of great people are meticulously recorded in the books of history. I further believe that a fly, as mentioned by the aforesaid philosopher is unlikely to dream a human’s existence for the fact that the ability to grasp things depends upon one’s level of understanding and interpretation. Moreover, I believe that a fly is unlikely to possess the aforesaid ability. I consequently believe that life is, after all, not a dream.

Beloved, I once again fail to know if happiness is an illusion. But, with my perspective of life being real, I believe, happiness to is not an illusion. My Love, many a times, the most cherished moments of life are those of joys. If we view happiness as an illusion, life would be grey and melancholic!
Once again, I believe that happiness is far away from illusion.

Dear Beloved, I am fumbling to write further. My knowledge debars actual answer. What I’m writing to you is solely of what I believe, feel and are my reflections. Once again, the query of patience being a plotted pretence is beyond my knowledge. I deem that patience is a virtue; a pretended patience; a vice. I doubt if virtues are vices…for me, my Love, patience is not a plotted pretence. It rather is a wait that in itself is instilled with honesty and longing of something. Beloved, I do not know of patience being a pretence. I further fail to produce an example. The only example I have with me is my wait for you…my sincere wait that longs your way…your arrival…your hopeful presence in the ensuing days…months…years and eternity!

Dear, they say, time fades memories. Accordingly, it does rust patience. However, if patience is respected, acknowledged and served with honesty, I believe, patience will not rust with time. However, with time, if we start to contemplate patience and consider it futile, it surely must rust for without hope and essence, the most valuable things turn invaluable!
My Love, wishes excluding extravagance indeed are fulfilled. However, with eyes that wonders on far-fetched possessions, wishes that are fulfilled are hardly recognized. We consequently express that wishes never are fulfilled! Furthermore, fulfilling a wish depends on what you wish for my Dear.

Indeed Beloved, stars do fall. This I can say with you by my side! Stars fall down and will fall down; not just for me, but for every human being that span across this living planet!
Dear, I cannot further write because its been a long letter! Boredom excels interest at times! My Love, I’ve shared what I know, feel and think.

Never fear to ask what you wish to ask my Love for one has so much to learn…so much to share…their experiences, their views…and so forth for life, after all, and consequently is a learning process till the end.

Looking forward for your next letter.

Love you forever and more,

Yours and only yours,

Pratik