1:27 am

Please don't go by the title,its too random,because I couldn't come up with any other title at this time.Suddenly I am reminded of my days as an engineering student:P Ya I was a civil engineering student at College of Engineering and Technology,one of the reputed colleges of the state.In those days if i used to be awake at this time then it would be either because i was busy downloading songs of the best jazz artists or I would be busy finishing a book.Now I am in MBA(with a heavy and announcing tone) and as the culture of MBA is,this hour has become the beginning of the evening for me.MBA drains so much of your energy and time that you slowly lose the ability to differentiate between day and night.Now coming back to the old days,I remember how I was hellbent upon finishing Finkler Question in 2011.I brought it because I saw reviews of the book on the Facebook page of a senior from college.I searched a little more on it and got to know that it was the first comedy novel to win the Booker prize.Well it was pretty difficult for me to first comprehend the book,forget about understanding it underlying or rather evident humor. All.All I could remember well about the book is that it had an extensive account of what a certain religious clan  have suffered in history and what they are suffering even today.Apart from this I can remember the segment in which the story of an old couple was described.That was the part where I felt the book was simply outstanding.The fact where I believed that love is not what you experience only when you have a certain age or because of the vigor of that age span.I remember the book described that it had been two years since the wife of the old man passed away and he has been on his own since,though a bit fragile but still somehow managing to live his life,with the help of friends.But the very fact that his life is no better than a void has been intricately touched upon.Those lines still make me skip a beat when i try to comprehend the deep feeling that love is,formless,selfless,silent,nurturing and forgiving and rather inexplicable.The couple had no children but they had each other and their bondage and understanding helped them evolve over the years.The fact that the old guy was just managing to just live by each day was sufficient to explain that he did so because that's what probably his deceased wife would have wanted,that he lives longer.But love takes its toll on us as always.The old mans wife's love had become like an indispensable drug for him and living on just memories was becoming even more painful day after day.Love provides us with more than we could ask for and with the absence of loved ones its like a part of us is destroyed or may be the whole,its like an indefinite exile and we ca never get things back to the way they were,it cannot be replaced,cannot be mended.As described in the book it could have been so that the old man could have given up his life as soon as after his wife died,but he didn't do so because his wife would never imagine him to do so.But I guess if things were to be weighed here then the pain of living alone and desolated was heavier than the pain of permanent stoppage of just mere survival.So the old guy decided to give up his life and on the same spot where he and his wife used to visit near the beach.It was a place on a cliff,from the top of which the sea was a beautiful sight.They used to spend hours talking about their lives and dreams resting on the fence that guarded the edges of the cliff.That was the story some 50 years before the present day.Now the fence stood lose and rickety and the cliff edges unguarded.The sunset too appeared dusty and certainly not with those hues as in those days.It was as if the cliff was symbolizing the old man,just the soul waiting to let loose of the weak shackles of the weary body which is doing nothing but just crumbling the soul with each passing day,like the loose fence which doesn't hold guard of the edges of the cliff and can give up any moment.So that was the moment,the old man actually let loose and may be his soul merged with the sunset and it appeared a little warmer.This is a description I made up by trying to remember in fragments this particular part of the story.It was tough on me to deal with it.It rather immature to start feeling as if the characters of the book are not characters anymore but have started gaining an existence actually in your mind and in your world and you start sympathizing and empathizing with them.
But whatever it was,the segment was one of the most beautiful I came across among the many books that I have read and it certainly didn't feel that immature if I shed a tear or two at instances as the one described here by me.
In our busy lives we hardly get time to realize and stop by and feel gratified for the immense amount of love that people,our family or friends have showered upon us.Although this story doesnt relate exactly to the feeling of gratitude towards love but it does give a peek into the unconditional selfless bond that love is.Lets take a moment and thank all those who came into our lives and touched upon our souls,though they are with us or not.Its 2:32 am and I am signing off for the day.
Thank you