This Conversation

“If there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something… The answer must be in the attempt.”

Celine, Before Sunrise

(one of the best films made, in my opinion)

This conversation we are having – I revel in this. I celebrate the exchange that goes on between us – this give and take of information, of details both important and trivial – for this is the very stuff of the connections and bonds we thirst and hunger for. It is in moments like these that the primeval aloneness, of which we actually are, is temporarily bridged, and we drink our fill. We drink deep for it is rare that we find these connections. We go at it like someone who had found an oasis, for it is yet another desert that we cross before we can ever find ourselves refreshed with the newness of the waters of friendships, its freshness sending a shock wave to our system. I revel in this- in the subtle gestures, faint smiles, and knowing looks – for we have found this connection, ephemeral and yet so fundamental. I step out of this moment, and look at us: two people who found connection, sharing something, and a kind of magic is weaved in the attempt.

Words are words – yet they somehow take on an element that goes beyond the utility of communication. They become like draughts of air we breathe in, filling our lungs with oxygen, stinging our eyes with tears. They become nourishments that feed the soul, and something magical transpires. Lostness becomes a poignant underline reminding us of these moments we so rarely have. And so we make our connections – our time a gift, but we act as if there is an inexhaustible amount of it and we squander it, knowing that it is worth the sands that trickle down the clock.